"Ice Soul Cold Light!"
Li Quanqing sat cross-legged on the beach, holding an ice blue feather, constantly absorbing the extreme cold Spiritual Energy contained within it, slowly cultivating.
Nine strands of crystal-clear cold light circled and danced around his body, seemingly beautiful yet containing astonishing danger.
A layer of frost spread across the sand, the coldness surging eerily, while the nearby seawater began to form fine ice fragments, the churning slowing down considerably.
"Ow-meow~"
In such a frigid environment, other Spiritual Beasts disliked it, but only the Cloud-Stepping Snow Leopard lay comfortably on the thick ice layer, its fur covered in a layer of frost.
"Ow... meow!"
It lazily rubbed against the cold air emanating from the ice blue feather, deeply inhaling and exhaling for cultivation, the ice flakes mixed within its fur sparkling under the sunlight.
