Half a year later.
Cold Jade Peak.
Practice Room in Shen Xuan's Cave Mansion.
Mist billows and clouds steam.
Rich Spiritual Qi permeates the entire practice room.
Shen Xuan sits cross-legged, with Five Hearts Facing Heaven, closing his eyes to cultivate.
Within the Dantian.
The Ice Soul Divine Sword shrinks down to the size of a few inches, becoming the fixing needle of his Dao Foundation Spirit Sea.
Essence of Water Spiritual Power circulates through his internal organs, like the tides rising and falling, swelling and receding with the Divine Soul's thought, endlessly.
The intense Water Spiritual Power in the practice room continuously churns, forming vortices that absorb into Shen Xuan's body.
With a slight move of Shen Xuan's divine thought.
In an instant.
The Water Spiritual Power in his body condenses into Ice Spiritual Power.
Shen Xuan becomes an ice sculpture, exuding an intense chill.
In just over ten breaths.
The practice room turns into an icy realm.
