"So... so cold!"
On the first level of the pagoda, amidst the endless snow, Qin Wudao had become a snowman, ice forming on his eyebrows as he shivered violently.
He had originally thought that with his physique, staying in the Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Snow for one hour would be an easy task.
But when the snowflakes began to fall, he realized he was wrong.
Cold!
Countless strands of the Power of Ice Laws poured into his body through innumerable pores, flowing through his meridians, freezing his blood, sealing his Dantian; even his divine sense could not circulate.
Pain!
His five viscera and six bowels, his limbs and myriad meridians, even every inch of his skin, felt as if pierced by needles. The pain was excruciating, enough to make him wish for death.
Yet, he could not activate his Cultivation Technique to mobilize Immortal Qi and dispel the cold. He could only rely on his willpower to endure it.
At this moment, how he wished he could just pass out.
But he couldn't!
