"Something is wrong," Xiao Yi frowned.
"The Gang Wind has dispersed, yet the suction hasn't disappeared."
Xiao Yi muttered to himself, deep in thought about the Extreme Cold Rift.
Millions of years ago, this place was already a perilous area, already a rift.
The rift, bottomless, like an abyss.
But back then, the Gang Wind was not as terrifying as it is now.
Xiao Yi obtained a lot of information from Ice Venerate's memories.
Of course, the memories from a long time ago were very vague.
Only those from the last few hundred years were clear.
But this did not prevent Xiao Yi from speculating about the past.
Because, in these recent centuries, the Ice Venerate had been doing the same thing every day—cultivating Martial Soul Power.
Yes, cultivating Martial Soul Power.
The Ice Venerate was once a Soul Master.
Being a career option for Martial Artists, naturally, there was cultivation involved.