Ice and snow were growling and the wind was chilled to the bones. Next to the very thick blocks of the iceberg, half of Shi Yan's naked body was slightly shivering.
After standing amid the snow and ice for seven days and nights bare-footed on the hard icy surface, as well as holding his breath and comprehending, Shi Yan had harvested a lot of achievements.
For fluctuations, which were numerous times less than the flaps of butterflies' wings, deep underground, ordinary people could possibly never ever realize or feel them for their whole life.
However, as Shi Yan had been bitterly cultivating for so many years, he had gained spirit aura which far surpassed that of ordinary people. Thus, after a long perseverant time of having used his spiritual sense to perceive, he had finally sensed the heart of the earth.
Even though it was minuscule and hard to distinguish, he had successfully sensed it after a long time of concentration in silence.
