(Apocalypse + Rebirth + Space + Hoarding + Ruthless Character + Golden Finger)
Xiao Yi, a ruthless King of Soldiers who struggled for five years in the apocalypse, was betrayed by his comrade...
In the deep, cold night, when the world is enveloped by icy air, our outermost layers of insulation and defenses act like an impenetrable barrier, protecting our warmth. However, in these extreme temperatures, they face unprecedented challenges. Like brave soldiers fending off heavy artillery fire on the battlefield, they struggle to withstand the onslaught of the cold, only to burst under the strain.
This explosion, like a tragic hymn, celebrates their indomitable spirit in the face of the cold. It tells us that no matter how harsh the environment, there are things we must hold on to, and there are warmth we cannot give up. Every challenge, every test, is a stepping stone for our growth and progress.
Those bursting cracks, like beacons in the cold night, illuminate our path forward. They remind us that even in the most difficult times, we must not forget our original aspirations, our pursuit and yearning for a better life. We must remain steadfast in our faith, forge ahead courageously, and bravely face all difficulties and obstacles. Only in this way can we find a glimmer of warmth on these cold winter nights.
In the interweaving of light and shadow, Xiao Yi was like a delicate dancer, taking every step carefully. This unique base, made entirely of new transparent glass and metal materials, was like a dream castle of the future, standing on the edge of reality and illusion.
While the base's beauty was breathtaking, Xiao Yi was well aware of the dangers hidden within. The transparent glass and metal materials became fragile in extreme environments. Anxiety gathered in Xiao Yi's heart like a dark cloud, constantly worrying that the base would collapse and become a ruin at any moment.
Every step he took was like walking on thin ice, requiring extreme caution. His steps were as light as they could be, as slow as they could be. Every touch, every movement seemed to carry a sacred sense of mission, one that could not afford to fail.
Inside the base, the refraction and reflection of light created a fantastic light and shadow effect, as if it were a hazy dream. But Xiao Yi had no intention of appreciating all this. His eyes were always fixed on his feet, carefully avoiding every possible hidden danger.
Like an invisible beast, the cold wave descended suddenly, shrouding the entire world in an icy shadow. In this relentless blast, Fan Zun, the occupant of the top-floor accommodation complex, the epicenter of supernatural power, naturally chose to take shelter. Fan Zun's quarters stood like a solitary island amidst this frozen ocean. Every door and window here served as a fortress against the bitter cold, providing Fan Zun with a warm haven. Whenever the chilly wind howled, the doors and windows creaked, whispering a story of the world's changing temperatures.
Yet, even in this sheltered haven, Fan Zun couldn't shake the unease within him. He knew that the extreme cold wasn't just a natural phenomenon; it was evidence of a supernatural force wreaking havoc on the world. This force was so powerful and mysterious that it could make the entire world tremble.
In that special place, the structures of the houses are breathtakingly detailed. Every brick, every inch of wall, seems meticulously polished and shaped, not only to withstand intense training and the onslaught of supernatural powers, but also to perfectly isolate harm and sound. These houses are as solid as rock, their density and hardness reaching the extreme. These houses are like impenetrable fortresses, protecting their inhabitants and allowing them to cultivate and grow in peace. Every wall and every door is imbued with mystery and power, whispering a legendary story.
Fan Zun, most likely, is hiding within this mysterious fortress. Perhaps he's quietly cultivating in a corner, communing with his inner strength and exploring the infinite mysteries of his supernatural powers. His presence is like a ray of light within this fortress, illuminating the path ahead even in the darkest moments.
Although the fortress was strong, it was not completely isolated from the outside world. Xiao Yi was also very aware that the people there were the earliest superpowers, and survival was full of challenges and unknowns. He needed to remain vigilant at all times and prepare for any possible dangers. And this fortress was his solid backing to face the challenges.
Here, time seemed to slow down and become heavy. Every breath and every heartbeat of Xiao Yi was filled with power and meaning. He found his own rhythm here, becoming one with this fortress. He took every step carefully and cautiously.
In the freezing night, Xiao Yi couldn't help but worry: How would Fan Zun and the others stay warm in such low temperatures? This wasn't just a physiological concern; it concerned everyone's heart. The vast snowfield, a vast expanse of white, was suffocatingly cold. Snowflakes danced in the air, like icy ghosts, silently covering the ground. The snow on the ground was thick, as if it threatened to swallow everything.
Xiao Yi wrapped his coat tightly around him, but still felt the cold. He looked up into the distance.
After nearly half an hour of careful climbing, Xiao Yi finally approached the legendary supernatural power training base. For Xiao Yi, this place was like his back garden, and he easily found the entrance hidden deep in the dense forest.
At the entrance, Xiao Yi unexpectedly discovered traces of ice. This wasn't just the usual thin frost formed by the low temperatures, but a thick, solid wall of ice, clearly the work of an ice-type psychic. Xiao Yi's gaze was penetrating; every inch of the ice wall radiated powerful energy. He could sense the power behind it, the aura unique to ice-type psychics: cold and pure, filled with power and beauty.
As Xiao Yi gazed at the ice wall, he suddenly remembered his previous battle with an ice-powered user. It had been a thrilling battle, a contest of ice and fire, a collision of cold and heat. At this moment, the ice wall seemed to be a witness to that battle, a reminder of his past hardships and triumphs.
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