On the Eternal Dark Permafrost, the piercing cold wind kept blowing.
Baiyu and his mentor Yi Xian forged ahead.
Apart from the grayish-black hue, there was no other color visible around.
Ever since entering the permafrost.
The Black Moon Mark beneath Baiyu's skin was trembling madly, as if trying to burst out.
There was a constant influx of power into his body.
Baiyu was slightly startled.
Such a full flow of Black Moon Power, even in the Black Moon Divine Country, was never possessed.
The birthplace of the Black Moon?
"The Temple is in this grove; can you still hold on?"
Yi Xian looked at Baiyu, her face a bit pale.
Clearly.
She was struggling to hold on.
The Black Moon Power is divine and not something mortals can endure.
An excess influx would only cause uncontrollable mutation.
"Yes, I can still do it."
Baiyu nodded, his expression unchanged.
