In this ice valley where countless lotuses bloom, Qin Yang floats cross-legged in mid-air.
In front of him, on the ice-white and transparent lotus, the ice-white radiance gradually merges with Qin Yang's Divine Sense.
At this moment, Qin Yang's eyebrows and black hair have all turned to a pure ice-white color, making him resemble a piece of ten-thousand-year-old Profound Ice, exuding an aura of extreme cold.
On the lotus leaves of that Extreme Cold Ice Lotus, faint starlight begins to flicker.
As if it were a painting, each lotus leaf is outlined with a star, formed by Qin Yang's condensed imprint of Divine Sense.
After the star forms, it emits a dazzling starlight, which then reverts inward, and the star merges into the essence of the Extreme Cold Ice Lotus.
Whizz~!!
In the next moment, Qin Yang's tightly shut eyes opened in the middle of the ice valley.
