The descent into the Abyss of the Frozen Moon was not a fall, but a plunge into a world where silence had weight. As Yun Caos sank through the layers of crystalline mist, the temperature dropped so sharply that the moisture on his skin turned into frost in seconds. This was a place of "Absolute Zero Qi"—a void where energy was so still it became a jagged blade.
When his feet finally touched the floor of the chasm, the silver needles in his back shattered. The suppressing runes could not withstand the sheer environmental pressure of the Abyss.
Immediately, the purple light beneath Yun's skin flared.
The Battle of Attrition
To any other cultivator, the cold would have invaded the meridians and shattered the heart. But Yun's crystal bones reacted differently. They didn't just resist the cold; they recognized it as another form of chaos—the stillness before creation.
The purple whirlpool in his heart began to spin in reverse. Instead of pushing energy out to warm his body, it began to pull the "Cold Essence" in.
[Image: A young boy sitting in a lotus position inside a glowing blue ice cavern, with veins of purple light pulsing through his arms.]
His flesh screamed. The skin on his arms cracked and bled, but before the blood could hit the ice, it froze into rubies. Inside, his bones were roaring. The crystal marrow began to absorb the freezing frost, refining it into a new kind of power: Glacial Chaos.
The Devouring of the Silence
Months turned into years in the darkness. Yun Caos did not eat; he did not sleep. He sat in a state of deep hibernation, his body becoming a part of the chasm. The ice around him didn't just cover him; it started to merge with him.
By the second year, the Abyss began to change. The eternal mists, which had swirled for millennia, started to move toward Yun as if he were the center of a drain. He was no longer just surviving the cold—he was devouring the very concept of the Frozen Moon.
His "sheath"—his skin and muscles—was being reforged. Every time the cold broke his cells, the purple energy from his bones rebuilt them, stronger and denser. His skin took on a faint, translucent sheen, like polished diamond.
On the final day of the third year, Yun Caos opened his eyes. They were no longer just black; a ring of violet frost circled his pupils. He stood up, and the ice for ten meters around him disintegrated into nothingness.
"The cold is no longer a prison," Yun whispered, and his breath didn't even fog. "It is my weapon."
He looked up at the distant, tiny crack of light miles above. He didn't need a ladder or a flight spell. He simply stepped onto the vertical wall of the Abyss, and with every step, the rock itself bowed to his will.