The vast world was filled with frost. His mind gradually entered a state of ethereal tranquility, and Qin Ya felt as if he were lost in a boundless expanse.
Time slowly passed. Qin Ya had been sitting in the snow for three full days, and his comprehension of the Frost Great Trend was steadily improving.
Two more days passed like this.
On this day, Qin Ya, covered in snow, abruptly opened his eyes. The surrounding frost suddenly levitated into the air. With a jolt of his body, the snow and ice around him instantly turned into a flurry of flakes, and he slowly rose to his feet.
A white gleam flashed in his eyes, and the surrounding temperature plummeted. Chilly air pulsed from Qin Ya's body as he drew his Hundred Battles Spear. With a single sweep, he shattered the frost on the ground, sending it dancing wildly in the wind from his spear.
"Hah!"
