The transport plane flew steadily over the Northern Lands.
Outside the porthole were endless snowfields and glaciers, reflecting a blinding white light under the July sun.
Xu Wuyi closed his eyes and regulated his breathing.
In his sea of consciousness, the dark golden great marsh slowly breathed. Each contraction and expansion carried an increasingly harmonious rhythm.
The cultivation memories of the Returning Ruins Seal and Water Drop flowed through his consciousness, corroborating one another, yet each extending along different paths.
Seven hours later, the transport plane began its descent.
The outline of Frostfall Airport appeared in view. Compared to when he had left more than half a month ago, the snow around the airport seemed a bit thinner, but the chill was still biting.
When the cabin door opened, a familiar, crisp, cold air rushed in.
