Chapter 830: Frost Turns to Bed
Su Jingwen was transformed by truth cultivation. She now understood Ye Mo's abilities—his use of runic paper to heal and his creation of magical artifacts. She aspired to match his skill, to stand beside him and finally express her long-held feelings. Though her initial attraction stemmed from his power, that was no longer the case.
When Ye Mo absorbed the first frost stream, his organs instantly began to freeze. Each breath felt like it might shatter his lungs. He had to spirit-control the frost before his essence blood was depleted.
Enduring the intense cold, Ye Mo was thankful he'd only absorbed one stream; more would have been fatal. He focused his spirit sense and cultivation essence, gradually marking the frost stream.
To his delight, his cultivation essence slowly increased as he controlled the frost. With each successful manipulation, his organs warmed slightly, and his essence blood replenished. Could sustained control restore his depleted essence blood?
Driven by this hope, Ye Mo persevered, pushing through the pain. An hour later, he had completely controlled the frost, transforming it into a tiny white speck, one-tenth the size of a sesame seed. He felt he could manipulate it at will.
Ye Mo rejoiced. A fist-sized version of this would be a formidable weapon! He continued to absorb and control more frost streams. As he did, the white speck grew, shifting from white to grey, then dark grey. He also noticed that as his essence blood rejuvenated, a trace of origin power infused it.
Eventually, Ye Mo awoke to find the ice gone and the cold vanished. He seemed to have mastered the frost flow between the golden page world and the ice egg. In his golden page world, a lychee-sized, dark grey ball pulsed with bone-chilling coldness, yet remained completely under his control.
He wanted to test its power, but seeing Nie Shuangshuang lying peacefully beside him, his mood shifted. The frost on her had also disappeared, but she was lifeless. Knowing he couldn't save her, he nevertheless placed a lotus life pill in her mouth. It dissolved instantly, but Nie Shuangshuang remained still.
Sighing, Ye Mo carved a jade bed, placing Nie Shuangshuang upon it within the golden page world. Despite sensing no soul, he placed his only yin sha bead beside her, hoping one day to create a proper dwelling for her using high-grade spirit stones.
The two large eggs remained in a corner. He lacked time to fully examine their frost chi, needing to return to Luo Yue immediately. He placed them in a jade box before leaving the golden page world. He knew his return would coincide with his foundation establishment.
Back in the stone room, his cultivation essence abundant, he returned to the cave entrance. An old herb basket lay nearby, its contents long dried. Inside a pink bag, he found some of her clothes, a jade, and the Nine Moon Evergreen Chant—the items he'd left for her, returned to him. He stowed the basket and swiftly flew towards Luo Yue, his heart heavy.
Song Yangzhu had been unable to cultivate peacefully for days. A week prior, Su Jingwen, Chi Wanqing, Xu Yuehua, and Yimo had entered the small world. The weakening radiance of the formation worried her; soon, access might be impossible.
Upon returning to Luo Yue Lake, Ye Mo found Song Yangzhu; only Ye Ling was cultivating. Song Yangzhu, startled by his voice, rushed to embrace him.
"What's wrong? Where's Yimo?" Ye Mo asked.
Song Yangzhu explained the situation. Ye Mo was perplexed by the small world's spontaneous opening.
"What do we do?" Song Yangzhu asked anxiously.
"Brother!" Ye Ling also ran over.
Ye Mo worried about Yimo. Luo Ying and the others were at the chi gathering tertiary stage, but Yimo, with only three months of cultivation, was vulnerable. Fortunately, Xu Yuehua was a heaven-level master.
"Don't worry," Ye Mo reassured them. "I'll make pills tonight, and we'll go to the small world tomorrow."
"Brother, can I come?" Ye Ling asked, fearing being alone.
Ye Mo hesitated, then nodded. "Yes. I'll help you make the five essence pill tonight and find you a spirit root to begin cultivating." He'd planned for the women to stay and cultivate, but seeing their concern, he knew that wasn't feasible.
Song Yangzhu breathed a sigh of relief. She'd feared Ye Mo would leave her behind.