Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

The sky is always grayish-white, indistinguishable between clouds and snow, or between day and dusk; time loses its meaning here.

Madam Wei walked at the front, holding a sheepskin map in her hand. She would glance down at it from time to time, and then look up to identify the surrounding terrain.

The map was clearly quite old; the edges of the parchment were worn and frayed, and some of the mountains and rivers drawn with ink lines had faded, while others were blurred by water stains.

But the general outline is still there, and you can see that there are several important landmarks marked on this ice field.

An ice peak shaped like a camel, an underground river that never freezes, and an ancient forest frozen in ice.

"This way."

Madam Wei turned a corner and walked towards the narrow passage between the two ice peaks.

Xianyun followed behind her, the icy mist around him thicker than usual.

In this icy and snowy landscape, Xianyun's Ice Crane Martial Soul received a significant boost, and every move he made stirred up a shower of fine ice crystals.

After walking for less than half an hour, Wang Teng's spiritual power detected a fluctuation of soul power ahead.

They weren't strong, their cultivation levels were around ten or twenty thousand years, but there were more than one of them. They were a pack of seven or eight ice wolves, common on the ice plains, resting behind the ice hill ahead.

"There are soul beasts ahead, ten-thousand-year-old ice wolves, about seven or eight in total."

Wang Teng lowered his voice and said something.

Madam Wei stopped and turned to look at Wang Teng, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

She hadn't sensed anything unusual yet, but the young man had already noticed it before her.

Then, Madam Wei extended her soul power forward, and after a moment, she did indeed sense that faint aura.

She nodded without speaking, but slightly shifted her direction to the left, trying to avoid the wolf pack's territory.

The wolf pack did not spot them.

The group silently circled around the ice hill from the downwind side, even their breathing was barely audible.

As Xianyun passed by, he glanced at the ice mound, his pale blue eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

A few ancient dire wolves are nothing more than a matter of lifting a finger for her, but she avoids doing so if possible. Making a big commotion in this place would attract more than just wolves.

On the third day, they encountered a 50,000-year-old ice python.

The ice python was curled up at the bottom of an ice crevice. Its body was as thick as an adult's waist, and its grayish-white scales blended into the surrounding ice, making it almost invisible unless you looked closely.

When Wang Teng's spiritual power swept across the ice crack, he sensed the cold and lingering aura and immediately raised his hand to signal everyone to stop.

Madam Wei looked down into the ice crack and frowned slightly.

Although the 50,000-year-old ice python was no match for her, this kind of soul beast was extremely vengeful and would not stop until it killed its opponent once a fight broke out.

Moreover, the ice python's scales are as hard as iron, and cannot be removed in a short time, as it would cause too much noise.

"Go around."

Madam Wei only uttered one word.

The group took a long detour, adding almost an hour to their journey.

With this stop-and-go, winding route, the speed was much slower than expected.

By the fifth day, the map in Madam Wei's possession began to malfunction.

"It should be here."

Madam Wei stood on an ice hill, holding a map, her brows furrowed in worry.

She pointed to a location on the map marked "Twin Peaks Standing Side by Side", but all she could see around were undulating ice hills. There wasn't a single decent peak to be seen, let alone twin peaks.

Xianyun leaned over to take a look at the map, then looked around, shook his head, and said, "Not here."

"The twin peaks are to the south; we should have already passed them."

"impossible."

Madam Wei pointed to the route on the map and said, "We came from this direction. Shuangfeng should be in this location, but we haven't arrived yet."

"Look at that ice mound over there, doesn't it look like a camel?"

Xianyun pointed to a long, winding ice ridge in the distance. The ridge was low in the middle and high at both ends, which did indeed resemble the humps of a camel.

“That’s the ‘Camel Ridge’ marked on the map.”

"After passing Camel Ridge, Twin Peaks will not be far away."

Madam Wei looked in the direction she was pointing for a while, and her expression changed slightly.

She looked at the map over and over again, and compared it with the surrounding terrain, and finally admitted a fact—they had gone astray.

The environment in the far north changes too rapidly.

Some of the landmarks marked on the map have been eroded beyond recognition by wind and snow, some are completely covered by new ice, and some have simply disappeared.

Without any obvious landmarks, finding your way in this vast snowfield using only an old map is almost like finding a needle in a haystack.

"So which way should we go now?"

Xianyun frowned slightly and pressed for an answer.

Madam Wei was silent for a moment, then pointed northeast: "Try that way."

The group changed direction and headed northeast.

After walking for a long time, the terrain ahead was still just a stretch of ice hills, with no sign of the twin peaks.

Madam Wei took out the map and studied it for a long time, but had to adjust the direction again.

This happened several times. Throughout the day, their location on the map changed countless times, but in reality, they were just wandering around in a small area and didn't get much closer to their real target.

Ning Rongrong muttered softly from behind, "Are we lost?"

Dugu Bo snorted but didn't reply.

He could also tell that the two people from the Earth Dragon Gate weren't as familiar with this area as they had claimed.

Or rather, they are familiar with the far north from many years ago, not the present.

This place is changing so fast that even maps are now useless.

By the tenth day, the atmosphere in the team began to become somewhat delicate.

Madam Wei still walked at the front, still taking out the map to study every now and then, but the initial composure was gone from her face; her brows were furrowed more and more, and her pace was getting slower and slower.

Xianyun followed behind her, occasionally saying a few words in a very low voice, making it difficult to hear what she was saying. However, judging from her expression, it didn't seem like she was saying anything nice.

Dugu Bo walked at the very back, arms crossed, not saying a word, but there was a clear hint of watching a show in his emerald green eyes.

Wang Teng walked in the middle to back of the group and remained silent the entire time.

He was extending his mental energy outwards, probing for a faint energy fluctuation in the air.

Wang Teng had absorbed the Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Profound Ice Marrow, and traces of that extreme cold energy still remained in his body.

He felt that this fluctuating aura was almost the same as that of the Ten Thousand Year Profound Ice Marrow, only weaker and farther away, as if it was seeping up from very deep underground.

"The general direction is correct."

Wang Teng confirmed it in his mind.

"Madam Wei's sense of direction isn't very good, but after she corrects it each time, the fluctuation becomes clearer."

"This shows that although the landmark was mistaken, the general direction was not too far off."

Day 11.

Day 15.

Day .

The snowstorm was sometimes heavy, sometimes light, sometimes stopping and sometimes starting.

The group moved slowly across the ice field, their shoes worn thin, their masks covered in frost, and each person's face showed a weariness that seemed to seep into their very bones.

No one said they would give up. Even Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth and followed behind without saying a word.

On the twenty-fifth day, the fluctuation finally became clear.

Wang Teng stopped, closed his eyes, and concentrated all his mental energy in a certain direction ahead.

That aura came from a very, very far place, carried by the wind, passing through the ice, piercing through the snow, and striking his mental energy again and again.

Like a lamp flickering in the darkness, though faint, its direction is already clear.

"there."

Wang Teng opened his eyes and pointed to a mountain ridge in the northwest.

Madam Wei turned to look at Wang Teng, a hint of suspicion in her eyes, and asked, "How did you know?"

“I can smell it.”

Wang Teng said confidently.

He offered no explanation.

Some things are useless to explain unless the other party has also absorbed the Ten Thousand Year Mystic Ice Marrow.

Madam Wei stared at Wang Teng for two seconds, then looked in the direction he was pointing, and glanced down at the map in her hand.

At this point, Madam Wei's glance at the map was merely a subconscious act, since they had long since lost sight of their exact location.

After thinking for a moment, Madam Wei put the map away and nodded to Wang Teng.

The group headed northwest.

The energy fluctuations grew stronger and clearer, like an invisible thread pulling on Wang Teng's mental power, guiding them forward step by step.

On the thirtieth day, the terrain ahead underwent significant changes.

The ice mounds were no longer undulating randomly, but began to converge towards both sides, forming a wide entrance to a valley.

The mountain walls on both sides grew higher and steeper, like two huge stone gates slowly closing in on each other.

At the mouth of the valley, the snow was much thinner than elsewhere, and in some places the ice underneath was even exposed.

The ice wasn't white; it had a faint blue hue, as if something had seeped up from underground and dyed it that color.

Wang Teng stood outside the valley entrance and took a deep breath.