One day, several years later.

Above the frozen sea to the north of the Ancient Cloud Continent, gusts of fierce wind were howling, while countless snowflakes were fluttering through the air.

The sound of the wind was virtually deafening, and the drifting snow had inundated the entire area.

Han Li was hovering in mid-air beneath the dark clouds in the sky with his Transient Guild mask on.

"This should be the place," Han Li murmured to himself, but his voice was drowned out by the howling wind.

He swept a sleeve through the air to release a streak of azure light, which transformed into an azure longsword that plunged down directly toward the frozen sea below.

As soon as the flying sword descended out of the sky, Han Li also swooped down right behind it.

A sharp clang rang out as the azure longsword pierced into the surface of the ice, plunging through it with ease before drilling into the water.

Han Li immediately followed along, plunging into the sea as well.

A string of loud cracks that even the sound of the wind couldn't drown out rang out across the entire area, and a massive chasm that extended for hundreds of kilometers appeared in the ice, and it was only continuing to extend even...