When Lin Yuan's body passed through the roof, a chill penetrated his soul, as if he were a naked person walking on a vast snowy plain.
The biting cold wind, capable of freezing one's soul, penetrated deep into his bones, and Lin Yuan felt as if his very spirit was shivering uncontrollably.
"What is this wind? Why does the cold wind piercing from outside the roof hit my spirit with such intensity, a hundred times more powerful?" Lin Yuan's teeth chattered as he tightened his grip, testing his own strength.
Within his soul world, he noticed a powerful presence in the southwest direction.
The soul, constructed of his martial willpower, was seemingly drawn to that shadowy presence.
"What is that? Why does it feel like my own spirit, from such a distance, is being attracted?" Lin Yuan was shocked, this eerie scene compelling him to forcibly suppress his curiosity.
