Time flew by.
Pang Jian, who had witnessed the profound changes in the Profound Ice Realm and the fall of a God Spirit, still had his eyes closed, unconscious.
Though his body remained still, his Spiritual Sea within his dantian, his Sea of Consciousness, were undergoing earth-shattering changes every moment.
The abnormal changes in him miraculously reflected on the six massive ice pillars, and the strange patterns on the ice pillars also occasionally shone brilliantly, enlarging or shrinking.
"It's been a long time, and he still hasn't awakened to tell us what happened."
An ice tribe Elder, thin as a rake, pulled out an ice hourglass used to measure time, and said with a frown, "Judging from this hourglass, he has maintained this state for a full half month."
Several Elders sighed, each one feeling incredibly weary.
They had to comfort their tribespeople below, ponder how to produce the "Heart of Winter," and think about the future of the Ice Tribe.
