In the Extreme Cold Land, within the Extreme Cold Rift.
In the cave, Xiao Yi leaned against the Ice Coffin, motionless, his gaze vacant.
He had no idea how long he had been in this immovable state.
All he knew was that his eyes were now densely threaded with bloodshot lines.
Suddenly, a loud crack echoed.
It turned out that the heavy Cold Crystal Ice Coffin had crushed some ancient bones on the floor that had been there for a long time, somewhat frail and menacing.
The noise instantly broke Xiao Yi's stupor and contemplation.
Xiao Yi, with quick eyes and deft hands, hurriedly propped up the tilting Ice Coffin.
After stabilizing the Ice Coffin, Xiao Yi anxiously stood up and looked at the old man inside the coffin.
The old man was not the least bit affected.
"Heh," Xiao Yi let out a bitter laugh, "What, even in your sleep, you remind me?"
"Don't worry, I'm not that fragile."
The old man remained sleeping, with no response.