A surge of respect welled up in Xiao Yi's heart for the ice-powered person he had never met. He understood that this ice wall wasn't just meant to keep outsiders out, but also to test those who dared to challenge it. Only those who truly understood and mastered ice-powered abilities could cross this ice wall and enter the mysterious training base.

At the entrance, Xiao Yi unexpectedly discovered traces of ice. This was not the usual thin frost formed by low temperatures, but a thick and solid ice wall, clearly the masterpiece of an ice-type psychic. This ice wall was cleverly hidden in nature, blending in with the surrounding environment, making it difficult to distinguish whether it was formed naturally or was man-made.

This ice-powered user is truly exceptionally intelligent, their technique breathtaking. An ordinary person would miss the existence of this ice wall, perhaps even its entrance. Hiding within nature, leaving no trace, this is truly a brilliant concealment technique.

This ice wall, like a silent guardian, quietly guards the mysterious training base, telling untold stories and waiting for insightful people to unveil its mysteries.

Xiao Yi couldn't help but marvel at the wisdom and ingenuity of this ice-powered person. He knew that this ice wall wasn't just to keep outsiders out, but also to test those who dared to challenge it. Only those who truly understood and mastered ice-powered abilities could cross this ice wall and enter the mysterious training base.

Facing this wall of ice, Xiao Yi refused to give up. He harnessed his supernatural powers, engaging in a silent struggle against the wall. Illuminated by the bluish-purple flames in his hands, Xiao Yi demonstrated his mastery of fire. The flames, like his loyal companions, stood alongside him in the battle against the ice. As the heat gradually increased, the cracks in the ice began to melt, as smooth as first-melt spring snow.

Seizing the opportunity to break the ice, Xiao Yi skillfully used his supernatural powers to condense a sharp ice cone in his hand. This ice cone seemed like his own work of art, pure and flawless, gleaming with a cold light. He swung the ice cone with precision and decisiveness, like a master sculptor leaving a unique mark on the ice.

The ice gradually cracked under the digging of the ice cone, forming an entrance that only he could pass through. This entrance seemed like a portal to another world, full of mystery and unknown.

Xiao Yi took a deep breath and stepped into this newly opened world. He felt the cold air brushing against his skin, interweaving with the heat of the flames to create a unique scene. He took every step carefully, but also full of anticipation, because he knew that every challenge could bring new opportunities and revelations.

Xiao Yi dodged and entered the frozen base. The scene before him made him take a deep breath. The base was completely silent, like a corner forgotten by time. Due to the low temperature, all power supplies had long ceased to function, shrouding the entire base in a mysterious silence.

Several transparent isolation gates, like sealed memories, stood silently, covered in a thick layer of frost. Once a vital barrier protecting the base, they now stood as frozen witnesses. Each gate seemed to tell a story of the past, a reminder of forgotten glories.

Xiao Yi's gaze slowly moved across the frost-covered isolation doors. He could sense the power and wisdom hidden behind each door. These transparent isolation doors, like guardians of time, sealed away those forgotten memories, waiting for the arrival of destined people.

When Xiao Yi stepped into the frozen base, he found that those once intelligent and efficient electronic devices had now turned into bricks under the ice and snow. This scene seemed like a joke full of irony, making people sigh at the ruthlessness of time and the fragility of technology.

These once glorious electronic devices, now covered in frost, lay quietly, as if expressing their helplessness and sorrow. They were once the core of the base, controlling all data and information, but now they have become a silent place in the world of ice and snow. Xiao Yi gently brushed away the frost on a device, only to find that it had become extremely hard. This made him realize that these electronic devices were not simply frozen, but had been corroded by time and become relics of history. They once possessed advanced technology and powerful functions, but now they can only lie quietly in the ice and snow, witnesses of history.

However, even though these electronic devices have become bricks under the ice and snow, Xiao Yi can still find a trace of their past glory from them. He knows that these devices once made great contributions to this base, and although they have lost their functions now, they have left an indelible mark.

The once solemn and sacred place has now become a cold and cruel place, with desolation and fear everywhere you look. This transformation is like a drama, with the characters changing from sacred to ruthless, and the scenes changing from solemn to desolate, which is really sigh-worthy.

This place was once a symbol of faith and strength, a sacred place in the hearts of the people. However, the ruthless hand of time has stripped away all its tenderness and solemnity, leaving behind a cold reality. Every inch of land and every stone seems to tell the story of past glory and present desolation.

The warmth and bustle of the past are gone, replaced only by a biting cold and silence. An invisible sense of oppression hangs in the air, as if warning everyone: This is no longer the place once filled with hope and faith.

Xiao Yi carefully released his mental power, exploring the signs of life in the ruins. His mental power was like an invisible tentacle, quietly extending, carefully capturing every fluctuation of life.

As expected, his mental power sensed many living creatures. Although these lives were weak, they still struggled tenaciously on the line between life and death. Their breathing, heartbeats, and thinking activities all became important signals for Xiao Yi's perception.

But at the same time, he also clearly sensed that most of these survivors were utterly weakened. Their vitality seemed to be devoured by endless darkness, leaving only a faint candlelight flickering in the wind. Their thoughts had become sluggish and weak, as if shrouded in a thick fog, unable to escape.

Xiao Yi cautiously approached Fan Zun's former room. His heartbeat seemed to synchronize with the sound of his footsteps, one, two, echoing in the empty corridor. The door of the room was half open, as if inviting him into this familiar stranger.

He peered inside, only to find a desolate atmosphere. The windows were closed, the curtains drawn, and the air inside seemed frozen, devoid of any trace of life. This place had once been filled with the presence of Fan Zun, but now only the echoes of silence remained.

He used his mental power to conduct a deep exploration, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, with no response. That powerful mental field had now vanished like smoke.

Xiao Yi couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. Fan Zun, the man who once stood tall among the heroes, was now unable to sense even a ripple of life. His departure seemed to take away the soul of the entire room.

However, just as Xiao Yi was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly noticed something strange. It was Fan Zun's bed, which seemed calm, but under the touch of his mental power, a slight fluctuation appeared.

A faint ripple lingered in the air. Carefully prying the door open, the interior was completely desolate, as if no one was living there. Everywhere was icy cold. The metal walls, everything made of metal, gleamed coldly in the chill.