[Cultivation] Asking for a sword

In the depths of the icy fairy palace, there was a glimmer of light, and the light quickly passed through the lingering roads. The light that came out inadvertently revealed everything in this dark and gloomy palace.

Stiff corpses, dried blood, and broken sword edges filled the entire road. Too many immortals died here. The light passed through without stopping, and stopped after a corner.

That little light suddenly gave off a blinding light, and finally turned into a man.

He looked at everything here blankly. Although everything here was real and terrifying, he knew very well that it was just a dream. It was not the first time he had such a dream. The deepest part of Asgard of death.

Above the main hall is an altar covered by the mysterious ice of ten thousand years, and a figure sits cross-legged.

The white clothes are not stained with dust, the long hair is frosty, the face is carved with swords, and the eyebrows are radiant.

He looked at the man in front of him, even though he wasn't sure if he was alive or not, he still took a few steps forward calmly, stretched out his hand and pushed gently.

A biting chill came from the opponent's body, Gu Cheng quickly retracted his hand and saw that his fingertips had been covered with a layer of ice, then raised his eyes, but saw a pair of eyes that were as deep as water.

He was startled, couldn't help taking a step back, took a deep breath, and kept telling himself that this was just a dream, but the real and terrifying feeling still lingered in his heart.

He wanted to ask where this was, but he couldn't make a sound.

The man didn't speak, just looked at him without blinking.

He looked into the man's eyes, with the deepest despair in the coldness, so sad, yet so determined.

Click!

The altar cracked a huge crack, and then quickly collapsed, and even the entire Asgard began to collapse.

He was awakened by these shocks, and immediately wanted to escape, but the ground under his feet had been completely shattered, and there was no place to stay.

Just before he fell completely, someone grabbed his hand.

Those cold fingers, as stiff as a stone, held him firmly, never wanting to let go.