"A chrysanthemum braving the cold?"
Ning Liu repeated, raising an eyebrow slightly, "Judging from the name, you can tell it's not an easy job."
Bibi Dong shifted her gaze from Yue Guan's solemn face to the field they had cultivated with their own hands.
"It seems that farming is just an appetizer."
Yue Guan nodded, his expression returning to calm, and led the two back to the gate they had come from.
"God's message is already very clear. The third test is an independent test of circumstances."
Back in the main room, the surroundings were exactly the same as before.
"The venue for the third test is an illusion constructed by divine power."
Yue Guan stood in the center of the main hall and began to speak slowly.
"The test is to find a 'Winter Fairy' in the center of the secret realm in the endless cold and to persist in cultivation around it."
He paused, then added:
"The divine guidance is that the closer one gets to the fairy core, the more terrifying the chill will become in its corrosive effect on the body and mind, and it will continue to intensify until the test ends, or... the test taker collapses."
Ning Liu stroked his chin:
"It sounds like it's been quenched with ice water. The benefits must be considerable."
"Um."
The moon should respond.
"Completing the test will reward you with a significant increase in soul power resistance, especially resistance to cold-attribute attacks, and your willpower will be greatly tempered."
This reward is undeniably generous.
A glint flashed in Bibi Dong's purple eyes as she looked at Yue Guan: "How long will it take?"
Yue Guan shook his head:
"There is no time limit, until I can fully adapt to the cold air around Xianrui."
He took a deep breath, his expression showing a hint of apology.
"Moreover, this time... His Majesty and Sect Master Ning can no longer help. Only I can enter the third test."
"Alright."
Bibi Dong's tone revealed no emotion.
"This was your divine test."
Ning Liu smiled and spread his hands:
"That's good. It saves me from becoming an honorary farmer of the Spirit Hall, which would damage the reputation of my sect if word got out."
Yue Guan bowed solemnly to the two of them again: "Your Majesty's support and Sect Leader Ning's guidance are deeply appreciated. I will certainly live up to your expectations in this test."
Bibi Dong nodded slightly: "Go ahead, we'll wait for you here."
Ning Liu added, "Don't be reckless, and don't rush. As for that 'Winter's Immortal Bud,' go with the flow and don't try to resist it with your soul power. Feel the pattern of the cold."
"I see."
Yue Guan nodded emphatically.
As he communicated with his mind, the space in front of him, which was originally empty, began to twist and rotate, eventually forming a vortex that shimmered with an icy blue light.
Without hesitation, Yue Guan stepped into the vortex...
The moment the icy blue vortex swallowed Yue Guan, an extreme chill swept over him.
This is not ordinary ice and snow; it is a kind of extreme cold originating from divine power, capable of freezing even the soul.
Before Yue Guan lay an endless snowfield, the wind and snow like knives, howling and cutting across the earth.
Each snowflake contained a trace of cold, icy power, relentlessly eroding his body.
He subconsciously activated his soul power, and golden soul power rose from his body, attempting to keep the cold air out.
However, as soon as the soul power left the body, it condensed and solidified at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a burning candle being doused with a bucket of ice water, its light quickly dimming.
"What a domineering chill!"
Yue Guan felt a chill run down his spine. He felt as if he had been thrown naked into an ancient ice cave, and his blood flow had become sluggish.
At this rate, forget about finding any "Winter Fairy Flower"; he'll be frozen solid into an ice sculpture in less than half a day.
He gritted his teeth and struggled forward against the wind and snow.
Every step felt like wading through a quagmire. The chill not only eroded his body but also transformed into countless tiny ice needles, piercing his mind and bringing waves of sharp pain and an inescapable sense of exhaustion.
This is not a test, it's torture.
After walking for an unknown amount of time—perhaps a day, perhaps just an hour—Yue Guan's consciousness began to blur.
"No...we can't tough it out..."
Ning Liu's somewhat lazy voice suddenly rang in his mind.
"The pattern of feeling the cold."
law?
What pattern could there be in this overwhelming chill of death?
Yue Guan was panting heavily, almost laughing at the thought. But it was indeed his only lifeline.
He stopped in his tracks, no longer futilely wasting his soul power to resist.
He simply closed his eyes, letting the biting cold wind blow against his body, immersing himself completely in the sensation.
At first, there was only pain. Pain that went deep into the bone marrow, pain that froze my mind.
But gradually, amidst this extreme pain, he caught a glimpse of something unusual.
The wind and snow are not static. Sometimes they are violent, sometimes gentle, like breathing.
The chilling aura also ebbs and flows like the tides. This illusionary realm, constructed by divine power, itself follows a unique rhythm.
To resist head-on is to be at odds with the entire world.
Go with the flow...
A scene appeared in Yue Guan's mind.
It wasn't his extraordinary chrysanthemum, but the ordinary chrysanthemum that blooms proudly in the mortal world, in those ordinary courtyards, in late autumn and early winter, facing the first frost and snow.
They never fight against the cold winter.
They simply bloom in their own season, dazzlingly beautiful and oblivious to everything else.
It was a pride that came from the very core of one's being, a serene acceptance that "heaven and earth are born together with me, and all things are one with me."
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