Above the Ice Lake, a chilling air loomed heavily.
A figure was rapidly descending, mere meters away from the Ice Lake.
At this moment, boundless darkness was about to engulf all of Qin Yang's conscious thoughts.
"Am I... dying?"
In the endless darkness, Qin Yang's final trace of consciousness was quickly fading away.
"Four thousand five hundred years..."
Just as Qin Yang's consciousness was about to vanish completely, a primordial, ancient voice suddenly resonated above the vast Ice Lake.
The voice seemed to have slumbered for tens of thousands of years, just now awakening, carrying an age-old and twilight-like quality, echoing across the Ice Lake.
And, as that voice echoed, Qin Yang's heart which was on the brink of disappearing, astonishingly began to revive.
Thump, thump, thump...!
In the endless darkness, the sound of the heartbeats began to resound rhythmically.
