The moment Yun Lintian stepped into the northern region, it was like crossing an invisible threshold into another world. The already brutal cold intensified, the wind howling with a ferocity that threatened to tear him apart.
The snow, no longer mere flakes, but sharp, icy shards, stung his face like needles, and the visibility dropped to near zero.
Even with his robust cultivation and the Moon relic subtly converting the chaotic energy into a usable form, Yun Lintian found himself struggling.
The sheer intensity of the cold was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It felt as if his very essence was being frozen, his divine energy struggling to circulate, his movements growing sluggish.
Yun Lintian braced himself up, channeling his divine energy with renewed vigor, reinforcing the protective barrier around him. He pushed forward, his steps heavy and deliberate, each one a victory against the overwhelming force of the frozen wasteland.
