It was morning on Ice Island, and the air was bitterly cold enough to freeze breath in mid exhalation. The wind blew with relentless force, accompanied by snowflakes falling to the ground in thick curtains, reducing visibility to no more than five meters.With such extreme weather that would challenge even the hardiest cultivators, it was not the right time for anyone to sail across the sea from Silver Continent to Ice Island at the northern tip of the cold continent. The waves churned gray and dangerous, promising death to any who dared the crossing.Peng Hsin, a genius disciple of the Ice Island sect now referred to as a young elder despite his youth, was seen pacing back and forth on Ice Island Beach. His footprints were clearly visible in the snow, creating a restless pattern that spoke of anxiety. He looked cold and shivered despite his cultivation, his breath misting in the frigid air.Every now and then, he rubbed his hands together to warm them up with friction, or stood near

That afternoon on the snow covered shore of Ice Island, the five core disciples of the Ice Island sect felt tension in every step they took. Their feet sank into the piles of snow mixed with cold wind containing snowflakes, bringing with it the fresh scent of sandy soil and the aroma of the sea. The combination of smells spoke of a liminal space where land met water, ice met warmth.The five of them stepped back slowly with defensive postures, immersed in the cold air at their feet which felt like a thousand needles piercing their frozen faces. Their breath came in short gasps, misting before them like spirits fleeing their bodies.Everything was silent on the beach save for the wind's lonely howl. The young man stood with an intimidating posture that radiated power beyond his apparent years. His aura seemed to strip away the happiness and confidence of the five disciples of the Ice Island Sect like wind stripping leaves from autumn trees. The young man, who appeared like a rider of t

Lin Hsin tried hard to remember, but his mind was blank despite desperate searching. The familiarity was undeniable yet inexplicable.He was confused because he couldn't remember a previous encounter with this very striking young man whose face should be memorable. "Furthermore, I can't read his cultivation level at all," thought Lin Hsin with growing alarm. Previously, Lin Long had told him that the man was a practitioner in the Meteor Realm, far beyond the disciples."Is it possible for someone to be so skilled at concealing his cultivation level, as described by Lin Long?" thought Lin Hsin, doubt warring with caution. "It's hard to believe such mastery. It seems that only the Grand Master and his deputy could have reached such a level of cultivation and concealment. I don't believe that this young man possesses the abilities described by Lin Long." Yet the evidence stood before him."Sir, you came to our Ice Island Palace without notice, let alone an invitation," Lin Hsin's face su

DUAR! The explosion shook the mountain.A powerful explosion occurred when the orange charged sword struck the snowy ground beneath the mysterious man's feet. The explosion left behind a deep black hole that radiated heat, melting snow in a perfect circle. Thin white smoke rose from the hole left by the orange sword, carrying the acrid scent of scorched earth. However, the mysterious man had disappeared like morning mist, his form nowhere to be seen."Where is he?" Peng Long shouted angrily, his triumph turning to ash.The young man tried to search for the mysterious man with his eyes and qi senses, extending awareness in desperate sweeps. But his efforts were unsuccessful in finding the mysterious man who had vanished without trace or trail.Amidst the confusion and goosebumps caused by the mysterious man's supernatural powers that defied explanation, Peng Long heard the loud voices of the Ice Island students crying out in warning. "Peng Long, he's above your head!" Panicked cries fr

A gentle breeze touched Guo Jiang's cheeks shortly after his penetration into the Elf Realm ended. The wind carried the scent of ancient magic and forgotten times, whispering secrets only the initiated could comprehend."A mysterious silence pervaded every corner like a funeral shroud. Elder Wei Gui was no longer here, and like a neglected world abandoned by its creator, this Realm sat in a slumber," Guo Jiang whispered in his heart with sadness weighing on his chest. His heart was sad when he remembered the Elder who had sacrificed so much to preserve this inheritance.As far as the eye could see, the Elf Realm still looked the same as it did at first glance. Ancient willow forest with trees whose branches swept the ground and a flowing river whose water sparkled with ethereal light, signs that this was indeed the world of the Elves. The occasional chirping of forest birds broke the silence, but there was no sign of any other life in this mystical realm. The absence of elven laughter