In the lands where the east met the north, far beneath the glaciers, everything was pitch-black.

Successive sheets of ice formed the sky over the river, the water of which was bone-penetratingly cold. Considering that the air was also freezing, it was no surprise that the surface of the river was constantly freezing up.

However, the water was unusual, and had the aura of a god in the form of mutagen. It also had ordinary spirit power. Because of the varying interactions between all those things, the freezing point varied wildly. The further down one went, the more the freezing point surpassed understanding.

Even though Xu Qing and Erniu couldn’t sense even a bit of heat, and had to rely only on their cultivation base to keep themselves alive, the river water still didn’t freeze solid.

As they got deeper, the cold got more intense.