The cultivators in the past gazed into the abyss, endured the cold, but when the freezing sensation reached its peak, they hesitated.
And hesitation ant death.
The abyssal cold would overwhelm them, freezing their ridians and shattering their cultivation from within.
But Han Yu had already considered this possibility. Because he possessed sothing others did not... Fire affinity.
His Blood Fla and the Dancing Fla Art were not ordinary fire techniques. They carried a ferocity capable of opposing even powerful cold energies.
He did not intend to let the abyss devour him.
He intended to break it.
With that confidence, Han Yu returned his focus to the vortex.
He gazed into it.
And the abyss gazed back.
At first, nothing happened.
The vortex continued spinning slowly.
Then the cold arrived. It did not co from outside. It did not co from Ice Qi within his ridians. It simply appeared just as stated in the stelae.
A faint chill spread through his chest.
Then his arms.
Then his entire body.
Han Yu frowned slightly.
This cold was strange.
There was no frost forming inside his body. His organs were not freezing, and his blood continued flowing normally. Yet the sensation was undeniable.
It was cold.
Deeply cold.
As if the emptiness of the abyss had manifested as a feeling inside his flesh.
Even his soul cultivation could not block it.
This cold did not originate from Qi or spiritual attacks.
It ca from the technique itself.
Still, Han Yu did not resist it. He had already endured weeks of brutal freezing inside this chamber. Compared to that, this sensation was rely another trial. So he continued gazing.
Ti passed...
The cold grew stronger.
It seeped deeper into his bones, spreading through his entire being like invisible frost.
Yet Han Yu did not waver. He remained still, staring into the abyss. The darkness spiraled endlessly before him.
Eventually, sothing began to change.
His perception shifted.
The outside world faded away. The icy chamber disappeared. The walls, the array, even his own body seed distant.
Only two things remained.
Han Yu... And the abyss.
Ti itself began losing aning.
Seconds stretched into minutes. Minutes stretched into sothing longer. The cold continued increasing, but Han Yu no longer paid attention to it. His entire awareness was focused on the vortex.
He gazed deeper.
Deeper.
As if he were falling into the darkness.
And finally...
The state he had been hoping for arrived.
His thoughts quieted.
His senses sharpened.
The boundary between observer and observed blurred.
Han Yu entered a trance.
Within that silent ntal space, only two existences remained.
The man.
And the abyss.
Both staring at each other across the infinite darkness.
Han Yu no longer knew how much ti had passed.
The mont he entered the trance, the aning of ti had dissolved. Minutes and days held no difference. The passage of hours ant nothing when the mind was locked in such a state.
All that existed for him was a single awareness.
Himself.
And the abyss.
The cultivation chamber had vanished from his perception long ago. The frost-covered walls, the humming formation array, the cold air pressing against his skin, none of it existed in his awareness anymore.
Even his own body had faded into the background.
His breathing continued sowhere in the distance. His heart still beat within his chest. Ice gathered across his robes and skin as the chamber's cold continued its relentless assault.
Yet Han Yu felt none of it.
The trance had consud everything.
Within the silent space of his mind, there was only the abyssal vortex.
He gazed at it.
And it gazed back.
Sotis the cold would return.
It would creep into his awareness like a whisper, reminding him of the test he was facing. For a brief mont he would feel the chill spreading through his body.
Then the trance would swallow it again.
The sensation would fade.
The cycle repeated endlessly.
Cold.
Then indifference.
Cold.
Then nothing.
Over and over.
At so point, the abyss itself began to change.
Originally it had been small.
No larger than the size of a palm.
A compact vortex spinning quietly within the depths of his Dantian.
But now it had expanded.
Han Yu did not know when it happened. He did not know whether it was a real transformation or rely an illusion created by the technique.
What he saw now was far larger.
The vortex had widened until it resembled a massive gate.
The darkness stretched outward in a circular form that towered before him like an enormous door carved into the fabric of existence. The spiraling energy within it turned slowly, pulling the surrounding darkness deeper and deeper into its center.
It looked like a gateway to sothing endless.
A portal leading into the deepest layers of the abyss.
Yet Han Yu did not react.
He continued gazing into it.
Patiently.
Waiting.
The instructions of the Freezing Abyss Glacial Art were clear.
He had to wait until the cold reached its peak. Until it beca unbearable. Until it felt as though the abyss itself would freeze him completely. Only then could he strike. But the cold had not yet reached that point.
Sotis it surged.
Sotis it faded.
The waves continued rising and falling like tides.
Han Yu could not tell whether this was normal.
Perhaps his soul cultivation had dulled the technique's ntal pressure. The illusions ant to break the cultivator's will had failed against the Eight Emotions Lotus. Without that pressure, the progression of the trial might have slowed.
Or perhaps the technique was simply waiting.
Testing his patience.
Whatever the case, Han Yu remained unmoving.
He had endured harsher things.
He could wait longer.
Outside the chamber, the world continued moving as usual.
Days passed.
Then more days.
Within the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect, the rumors surrounding Ju Fan had slowly begun to fade.
At first the story had spread like wildfire, after all an outer disciple had been taken personally by the Second Kidney Peak Head.
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