Of course, once one crossed that threshold, they would enter a new realm, where, as the legends say, the soul would be cleansed and become purer, getting closer to the cosmic essence.
By this time, Li Hao had already felt the temperature around him plummet drastically. In the blink of an eye, where his Soul Body resided had turned into a frozen hell. The ubiquitous chill, along with the howling winds, was fiercely infiltrating his soul. In this place, the strength of the soul was what brought it here, but the endurance of the soul was the next test.
The frigid air surged crazily into Li Hao's body, seeking to completely encase his soul in ice. If the soul's resistance or consciousness lagged even slightly, the consciousness would become numb, or even cease to move. Once it stopped, the soul would shatter into pieces. No matter how the outside world changed, consciousness had to maintain its own motion.
