The cultivators in the past gazed into the abyss, endured the cold, but when the freezing sensation reached its peak, they hesitated.
And hesitation meant death.
The abyssal cold would overwhelm them, freezing their meridians and shattering their cultivation from within.
But Han Yu had already considered this possibility. Because he possessed something others did not... Fire affinity.
His Blood Flame and the Dancing Flame Art were not ordinary fire techniques. They carried a ferocity capable of opposing even powerful cold energies.
He did not intend to let the abyss devour him.
He intended to break it.
With that confidence, Han Yu returned his focus to the vortex.
He gazed into it.
And the abyss gazed back.
At first, nothing happened.
The vortex continued spinning slowly.
Then the cold arrived. It did not come from outside. It did not come from Ice Qi within his meridians. It simply appeared just as stated in the stelae.
A faint chill spread through his chest.
