The ice path was narrow and steep, with slippery ice underfoot. The ice walls on both sides radiated a bone-chilling cold. The faint light emitted by the bits of Ore could only barely illuminate a few steps ahead; further on was a thick, impenetrable darkness. Fang Hao did not dare to be careless. His Divine Sense extended forward cautiously like tentacles, while he channeled a trace of Chaos Spiritual Power to the soles of his feet to firmly grip the ice surface, moving downward step by step.
The further down he went, the heavier the chill became, and his breath instantly condensed into white frost. Yet, within this chill, there was also a refreshing aura that lifted one's spirits, carrying a faint Power of the Stars that seemed to come from beyond the Nine Heavens.
