Searching for traps

Cain felt utterly exhausted. He had been running at full speed for weeks, traversing inhospitable terrain to reach a remote area of the Everlife Continent. The hours piled on, and the constant strain weighed on his body. Despite that, the journey had been worth it.

He now found himself in a frozen realm, marked by towering, ice-capped peaks that seemed to pierce the clouds. The wind carried a biting chill so severe it could freeze even Divine Transformation cultivators if they lingered unguarded. Snow and sleet blanketed the land, forming a desolate expanse where few dared to tread.

This region lay within the boundaries between the Gu Sect's territories and those under the Eclipse School. Cain needed somewhere far removed from prying eyes, and this frozen wasteland was ideal. Only here could he handle the delicate predicament he faced: the immensely heavy corpse of the Sky Sovereign, which he still carried in his arms.