Desolate Devouring Art

Liu Wuxie had spent nine days cutting through the glacier. With five days left, he could still make it back to the surface well ahead of schedule. However, that held true only if he could retrieve the Frost Bead without encountering any complications. Any sudden disturbance could trap him in the underground world. Above him stretched an endless expanse of the glacier. For anyone with a fragile will, the mere sight of the immense icy ceiling pressing down from above could easily trigger a complete mental collapse.

He continued channeling the laws of ice as he advanced toward the Frost Bead. The closer he drew, the colder it became. Behind him, the cavern he had painstakingly carved began sealing shut. The Frost Bead's terrifying power had started to reveal itself. It froze everything in its path, even the air.

Just as he had feared, the worst began to unfold.

Every time he carved a new tunnel, the surrounding ice sealed it off before he could even reach the Frost Bead.

At this rate, even a full year wouldn't be enough for Liu Wuxie to reach the Frost Bead.

Time slipped away as the surrounding ice repaired itself faster than he could carve a path. If he failed to retrieve the Frost Bead soon, the crushing weight of the glacier would bury him alive.

"What should I do?"

Liu Wuxie racked his brain as the freezing cold assaulted him. His progress couldn't keep up with the chill radiating from the Frost Bead. The tunnel around him narrowed as the ice closed in, leaving him with less and less room to move. If it sealed completely, he would be trapped in ice forever.

"Fiery! Let me borrow your True Samadhi Fire!" he shouted, desperation creeping into his voice.

He had no other choice. Summoning Fiery was his only hope. He needed the True Samadhi Fire to counter the terrifying cold.