The chamber itself had not changed.
The pale frost still coated the walls and floor in thick layers. The quiet hum of the array continued to fill the room with steady waves of Ice Qi, drifting like invisible currents through the air.
Occasionally, faint crackling sounds echoed as the cold condensed moisture into thin sheets of ice along the stone surfaces.
Han Yu remained seated exactly where he had begun.
His posture had not shifted even once.
From the outside, he looked almost like a statue carved from frost. His robes were stiff with frozen vapor, and his hair and eyebrows had long since turned white with accumulated ice crystals. Even his eyelashes carried tiny shards of frost that glittered faintly whenever the array pulsed.
By now he didn't even bother blinking and gave up on it as it only distracted him.
Only the slow rhythm of his breathing proved that he was still alive.
Inside his body, however, things were changing.
Han Yu was starting to feel hungry.
