As Yun Lintian descended into the abyss of Phoenix Lake, the cold intensified with every passing foot. It was a relentless, all-consuming cold, unlike anything he had ever experienced. It gnawed at his defenses, seeped into his bones, and threatened to extinguish the very flame of his life.
He had already plunged more than ten thousand feet, the pressure crushing, the darkness absolute. The world above, with its dim light and swirling snow, seemed like a distant memory. Here, in the depths of the lake, there was only the oppressive cold, the suffocating silence, and the ever-present threat of oblivion.
Yun Lintian gritted his teeth, his resolve unwavering. He channeled the power of his bloodlines, the Azure Dragon and the Black Turtle, their combined strength forming a protective barrier against the encroaching cold.
