The entire sect is obsessed with love, but I'm the only one who's truly insane.

In the far north, ice and snow cover the land year-round, and winter cold waves are frequent, with blizzards occurring often. The sky is so dark it's like the end of the world, and all you can see is endless snow.

Chu Guanmeng looked at Lin Du, who had long since turned into an ice sculpture even though he had been shielded from the blizzard, with a strange worry in her eyes.

Three years have passed, and it can hardly feel the spiritual connection in its consciousness anymore. The connection is so weak that it is like a tiny glimmer in the abyss. When a person is on the top of the mountain and looks down, that glimmer appears extremely distant and insignificant.

Chu Guanmeng knew from the beginning that Lin Du would be a strong person, and that she would try her best to find a way out even when she was pushed to the limit.

But she is not a true powerhouse yet.

The weak will be devoured.

Chu Guanmeng pondered with a mixture of schadenfreude and confusion: if Lin Du were gone, should she immediately devour Xue Ling, or should she preserve Lin Du's body, bury it, and only consume Xue Ling's power?

Anyway, it's free now.

As Chu Guanmeng pondered this, she carefully lit a ring of fire around Lin Du.

The power of ice and snow is not so easily melted, but it is the spirit of the cold moon.

The moon has two aspects: extreme cold and extreme heat.

It can barely handle the power of ice and snow, at least... enough to prevent a living person from losing their temperature due to the torment of the ice and snow power.

Humans seem to... need a little warmth, right?

A hint of confusion appeared in the rabbit's red eyes; it probably remembered correctly.

The wind and snow were fierce, like the howling of ghosts. In this snowy night that pressed down on the heavens and the earth, a patch of ice and snow suddenly burst forth against the overwhelming wind and snow from the thick snow.

A man in a thin, jade-colored monk's robe landed on the ground, the chains on his body clanking. In the blizzard that could make snow beasts cower and bend over, he walked steadily. Even though his monk's robe was blown against his skin and hindered his steps, he did not seem to stop at all.

Wei Zhi circled the spot where he was buried, confirming that the defensive magic array still existed.

Lin Du's array formation ability was so outstanding that even three years of blizzards couldn't break it in the slightest.

Before she went into seclusion, she also set up a defensive magic array in the place where he imprisoned himself.

Lin Du is a strange person. He seems to have a strong aversion to praise and kindness from others, and he will try his best to repay kindness in other ways, even if others don't know.

Wei Zhi didn't try to destroy it; instead, he circled the formation, trying to find Lin Du's direction.

I couldn't find it.

Given Lin Du's condition at the time, it was impossible for him to go too far to return to the sect; he was practically paralyzed.

Moreover, he could clearly sense Lin Du's presence two years ago.

Wei Zhi fell into deep thought. If he hadn't sent Lin Du back alive, would Lin Tuan have chopped him up?

He sensed the blizzard again and wanted to come out to confirm Lin Du's survival, but now it seemed that would be difficult.

Some people are alive, but already dead; others are dead, but still alive.

Lin Du is now far from life, but not far from death.

That refining technique requires gradually eroding the source, transforming the ice and snow power within the body into flowing spiritual power, and finally gathering it within the body. Through a special process, it is continuously compressed to become something close to the ice and snow power, thus reaching the pseudo-spirit state—the true spirit of heaven and earth, absorbing the spiritual power within the territory, but using the original primordial spirit power of its own origin.

This is almost impossible according to the conventional understanding of people today.

Even those who possess the primordial inner core of these spiritual essences would find it difficult to achieve this kind of reversal that cannot be accomplished without spiritual power.

Lin Du is very cold and in pain now. For the first two years, everything went smoothly, except for the pain of her meridians swelling and almost breaking. She got used to it. Later, it eroded her original core. The malice of the previous Xue Ling was released. It was cold and ruthless but really pure, and it invaded her consciousness all the way.

It caused her to experience delirium and near-death experiences.

She recalled many things, including the chilblains on her hands when she was young. At first, they were swollen, painful, and itchy. Then, blisters formed with pus inside. Finally, her fingers slowly shriveled up, turning into a purplish-black, dried-up corpse, like a punctured, limp balloon. They became abnormally shriveled and thin, yet strangely soft.

Lin Du felt that his entire body might be like that finger, first swelling little by little, then becoming edematous, and finally shrinking down, becoming a shriveled, rotten piece of flesh with little substance.

That's really an eyesore.

It seems she's really going to die.

Suddenly, a faint, intense heat source appeared around my hypothermic body, and I smelled a strange burning odor.

Lin Du was suddenly startled; she didn't want to die.

Whether it's her past life, this life, or many more, she doesn't want to die.

She wants to live.

The world may be cruel and merciless to people, but when it comes to the very end, people's instinctive fear is death, not the possibility of returning to life.

Reality was devastated, with no way out and countless tragic events, yet she had clearly forged a path. Why did she have to die?

She had to live, so she was a desperate gambler, throwing away huge sums of money and blood on the table of life, mortgaging her entire fortune and even her future to gamble on a thorny path that could at least be considered a way to survive.

The gambler has already staked everything, so he can't afford to lose.

Lin Du cannot afford to lose.

Her consciousness was like a slideshow, her past life was empty and desolate, as short as a slideshow, but the scenes of her present life seemed endless.

It turns out that twelve years is such a long time.

Ni Jinxuan's orange candy, the caramel cake that Xia Tian effortlessly presented, Mo Lin's hand that casually placed the main dish in front of her, the little figure that popped out of the book given to her by her eldest sister, the bewildered figure of her master standing in the library pondering her short lifespan, the rebellious stick figure in her painting that her seventh sister disliked but still indulged, the secret mountain that her second brother picked up for her, the resolute blow that her third brother delivered while protecting the other disciples, the upturned corner of her mouth under her fifth brother's beard and the countless prescriptions he produced, the special meal that her sixth brother prepared for her at the foot of the mountain...

The lights of the Supreme Sect at night cast warm glows, while the mountain mists of daytime illuminate the golden mountains...

She really wanted to live.

Lin Du's consciousness fluctuated violently, breaking through the delirious black mist of his dying state. The raging sea of ​​his consciousness overwhelmed Xue Ling's last bit of malice, shattering and dispersing those negative ramblings.

Within the dantian, the compressed and transformed spiritual energy finally transformed into a powerful force close to the origin of ice and snow. Then, it wrapped around the core origin that shone with an icy blue light and began its final devouring and dissolution.

Lin Du sensed the immense pressure of the impending floodgates and, thinking of his own precarious heart, hurriedly pulled out the Deep Sea True Spirit, forced it into his body, and guided it into his heart with his spiritual power.

Almost instantly, her exhausted and weary heart was enveloped by a dough ball that shone with a firm luster, and an unprecedented life force poured into her heart.

At the same time, the last bit of ice and snow power, along with her innate talent, surged out of her dantian, poured into her central meridian, and then spread to the other meridians. Her heart meridian steadily withstood the flood-like impact.

Lin Du guided her repeatedly, and after she became more familiar with the situation, she gradually began to accept Xue Ling's innate talent.

Unbeknownst to her, Chu Guanmeng, feeling guilty, secretly used the extreme cold power of the moonlight to smooth the charred edges of her robes, pretending nothing had happened to erase the traces of the fire.

It's all because the robes are useless! It's definitely not a problem with the extreme heat of the Frost Moon Spirit!