What lies in the depths of the Celestial Vein?
This is a question perhaps ninety-eight percent of cultivators in the Tao Furnace Realm don't know the answer to.
But Li Ye has seen it.
Clouds.
Lonely and cold clouds.
Like large clusters of snow frozen in time.
Making him shiver with unease.
He reached out, attempting to touch the cold clouds surrounding the palace; the icy touch sent shivers down his spine, causing him to quickly withdraw his hand.
"So, why is it so cold here?"
He looked toward Wei Qingye, who was lying there, his condition not worsening but still confined to the pool with only his upper body exposed.
"Because it is chilly at the heights."
Wei Qingye looked at the clouds behind Li Ye, a hint of nostalgia he himself hadn't noticed in his eyes, casually replying, "The minds of people and the Celestial Dao both find the high heavens cold.
And thus, this place has grown cold."
Is it truly like this?
Li Ye expressed doubt.
