I'm Dreaming of a Journey to the West

"Alright! It's time for us to go!"

Li Chen stared resolutely ahead, seeing Tota Li Tianwang and his companions expertly maneuvering the massive celestial ship as it slowly emerged from the clouds. He turned and shouted to the crowd behind him, "Everyone, the real battle has just begun!"

Northern Juluzhou, located in one of the four great continents, has never been a benign place. It experiences bitter cold year-round, with icy winds howling through the air, seemingly capable of freezing even the soul. Even more terrifying, demons roam the land, their numbers and strength staggering.

It's particularly noteworthy that three of the most terrifying of the Twelve Ancestral Shamans frequently appear and move about this land. Shebi Shi, who controls weather changes, possesses the power to summon wind and rain, capable of altering the very fabric of the world. Dijiang, who masters the laws of space, can freely travel between dimensions, appearing and disappearing with uncanny force. As for Zhu Jiuyin, the Ancestral Shaman of Time, he possesses the uncanny power to manipulate the flow of time, making him impossible to guard against.

Li Chen secretly thought that if he could successfully defeat the Space and Time Ancestral Shamans, perhaps he could embark on his journey home. However, Tongtian Patriarch had previously warned him not to return, and these words lingered in his mind, leaving him puzzled.

What exactly caused Tongtian Patriarch to make such an assertion? But for now, these doubts can only be put aside for the time being, and they can be explored again after defeating these two powerful ancient witches.

Looking out, the entire northern region resembled a boundless world of ice and snow. Covered in silver, the land was frozen for miles, with no sign of human life, not even a single bird or animal. Only the bitter cold wind roared tirelessly, as if telling the world of the danger and mystery of this place.

"Oh my god, what kind of place is this? How can it be so bad?"

Li Zhaohuang stared wide-eyed, her face filled with astonishment at the howling, biting wind. Like a pack of ferocious beasts, the wind lunged at her with bared fangs and claws, causing her body to tremble uncontrollably.

Although Li Chen had previously injected her with the power of the ancestor witch's spirit to strengthen her body, facing the biting cold at this moment, she could still clearly feel the cold eroding her body bit by bit.

Seeing this, Fairy Hibiscus beside him quickly whispered to him, "Don't panic. This is Northern Juluzhou, one of the harshest places in the Three Realms and Four Continents. It's covered in ice and snow year-round, rarely visited by humans, and the natural environment is extremely harsh."

As she spoke, Fairy Hibiscus stretched out a jade hand and gently placed it on Li Zhaohuang's shoulder, and continuously transferred her own magic power into her body, trying to help her resist the merciless cold.

Looking at Nezha on the other side, he looked relaxed and at ease, unfazed by the cold weather. It turned out that Nezha, the incarnation of a lotus, was naturally immune to the cold. And Li Chen, standing not far away, appeared even more calm and composed. After all, he had already reached the realm of a sage, and this level of cold had no effect on him at all.

In contrast, the rest of the group wasn't so lucky. They were shivering in the bone-chilling cold, huddling together tightly, pooling their strength to keep each other warm. Even so, the bone-deep chill still lingered.

In fact, the real reason for the cold here is precisely the Ancestral Witch who controls the weather. As everyone knows, this Ancestral Witch possesses the magical ability to manipulate the climate between heaven and earth. It is because of this that the Northern Juluzhou has become an extremely cold place with ice and snow.

The weather in Northern Julu Prefecture was very cold, so the weather ancestor witch added fuel to the cold, making it even colder. If someone's cultivation level was too low, they would probably freeze to death after walking for three to five days. They walked for more than half a day, and the blizzard not only did not stop, but it got even stronger.

Everyone's strength drained away like a broken dam in the blizzard. Everyone felt as if their soul had been drained away, their bodies growing incredibly heavy. Even Nezha, the Third Prince, possessing three heads and six arms and possessing immense magical powers, found it difficult to hold on.

"Master!" Li Zhaohuang shouted these two words with difficulty, and then, as if he had lost his support, he suddenly fell headfirst onto the thick snow and instantly fell into a coma. You know, among this group of people, in terms of cultivation and understanding of the Ancestral Witch Spirit, Li Zhaohuang was undoubtedly the most shallow.

"Li Zhaohuang!" Upon seeing this, the women exclaimed in unison, their voices filled with concern and worry. They hurried forward, surrounding the fallen Li Zhaohuang. Fairy Hibiscus and the Fire-Eating Poison Scorpion cautiously reached out their hands and gently lifted the unconscious Li Zhaohuang to his feet.

Upon seeing this, Li Chen didn't dare delay. He quickly rushed forward and began to carefully diagnose Li Zhaohuang's condition. His brow furrowed, his eyes focused and anxious, his fingers constantly feeling for Li Zhaohuang's pulse at his wrist. The seconds ticked by, and the atmosphere around them reached a fever pitch. Everyone held their breath, awaiting Li Chen's final diagnosis.

Finally, after a long and arduous examination, Li Chen slowly relaxed his frown, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said, "It's okay, it's okay. Don't worry too much, Li Zhaohuang is fine. It's just that this weather is too cold, and coupled with the long hours of running around, she's exhausted and fainted. But the most urgent thing right now is that we must find a way to build a shelter in this icy and snowy place that can keep her out of the wind and cold!"

Hearing Li Chen's words, everyone nodded in agreement. However, facing the vast world of ice and snow all around, finding the right materials to build a safe house was no easy task. At this moment, Nezha asked with a puzzled look on his face, "Brother Li Chen, look, there's only ice and snow everywhere. There's not a single rock to build a house with. What should we do?"

"It doesn't matter!"

Li Chen spoke slowly, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness that was hard to conceal. As he finished speaking, he sighed heavily, a sigh that seemed to carry endless sorrow and longing.

At this moment, Li Chen's thoughts drifted back to the distant past, when he was still on Blue Planet. The images in his memory gradually became clearer, and he seemed to see the people in the far north again, who cleverly used the flying snowflakes to build dreamlike snow houses.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it's been nearly five years since Li Chen traveled to this strange world. During these long days, despite his efforts to adapt to his new environment and life, his deep attachment to his homeland and family has never faded. At this moment, this longing becomes even stronger, flooding his heart like a tide.

Li Chen slowly squatted down, stretched out his hands, and gently scooped up the snow from the ground. The pure white snowflakes lay peacefully in his palms, like sleeping spirits. Then, he slightly closed his eyes, gently opened his lips, and blew out a breath of air imbued with mysterious power.

In an instant, a magical scene occurred. As if cast by magic, the once soft, feeble snowflakes quickly coalesced, intertwining and merging. Amidst the stunned exclamations of the crowd, a sturdy and warm snow house suddenly appeared before their eyes. Its unique shape, with its sleek lines, resembled a fine work of art, exuding an enchanting charm.