Chapter 210: Chapter 192: Yeti and Mutation

After completing all camp preparations, Benjamin did not stay even for a moment.

He stepped directly through the camp’s teleportation array into a vortex flickering with silver-white runes.

As light and shadows swirled and his vision cleared once more, he found himself inside a frontier outpost set up by the Wizard Legion in the Frost Dark Realm.

This frontier outpost is considered one of the wizards’ achievements over the past two years, representing how far back the battle lines of the two factions have receded.

The entire outpost is forged from high-strength special alloy and anti-magic runes, completely enclosed, with a thick layer of frost on the surface, exuding a cold, sturdy aura.

Inside, stable magic circuits maintain a pleasant temperature, the air dry and warm, in stark contrast to the extreme cold outside.

Benjamin walked to a heavy composite porthole, his vision penetrating multiple layers of transparent crystals, revealing a world of snow and ice completely different from the Flame Sun Realm, yet equally extreme.

The lead-gray sky hung low, heavy and oppressive, like a solidified ice cap.

Feather-like snowflakes fell continuously without any sign of stopping, blanketing the entire land into a pure white that felt chilling to the bone.

In the distance lay a series of glacial mountains, like magnificent sculptures, with massive ice spikes hanging upside down from the peaks, reflecting the barely visible dim light of the sky, shimmering with a ghostly glow.

Tiny ice crystals filled the air, reducing visibility drastically, as if the world was covered by a thick blurring filter.

Whenever strong winds blew through, they whipped up wild snow vortices that spiraled irregularly, emitting ghost-like howls that could easily tear a mortal’s skin, freezing their flesh.

“Welcome to the Ice Prison, my friend,” a hoarse voice came from behind.

Benjamin turned his head to see the head of the outpost, a Second Level Wizard with a pale face wrapped in a thick magic robe.

He glanced at Benjamin who was adapting to the environment, nodded as a greeting, and turned to leave, only saying one thing as he departed:

“Remember to wear more clothes; constantly using spiritual power to resist the cold is not a good idea.”

Benjamin merely nodded slightly without saying much.

It was a kind gesture after all.

Unlike when he first ventured to the Flame Sun Realm, after a year of development, this frontier outpost had penetrated significantly deep into the Frost Dark Realm.

From what Benjamin understood, the deeper one went into the Ice and Flame Plane’s two worlds, the greater the temperature difference became.

At this location, the external cold and storms were equivalent to being perpetually exposed to a Second Level Apprentice’s low-temperature sorcery.

He pushed open the heavy metal door, and an icy chill instantly hit him, jolting him mentally.

In the camp’s lab, he had attempted to simulate the harsh cold of the Frost Dark Realm, but experiencing it first-hand was a different matter altogether.

However, a surprising situation occurred.

As he truly stepped into this world of ice and snow, the “Body Refining Technique” within him seemed stimulated by a specific frequency, beginning to operate autonomously!

Benjamin immediately realized what was happening.

His body was actually undergoing an adaptative change in response to the extreme cold of the Frost Dark Realm!

He could clearly feel his blood flow slowing and thickening, no longer rushing as it did in the Flame Sun Realm.

The heat within his body seemed locked in some specially made insulation layer, more efficiently retained within, reducing dispersal.

His muscle fibers seemed to become more resilient in the cold, taut and elastic, each contraction brimming with explosive power.

He could even feel, as his body temperature opposed the external cold, his body cells were undergoing some subtle reconstruction.

The low-temperature element resistance that had been strengthened through exercise and secret medicine within him was unexpectedly continuing to grow slowly!

“What a pleasant surprise.” Benjamin was somewhat astonished, “Such a short time of change is better than the results of one or two months of training before.”

Clearly, during training, the low-temperature environment was supposed to be more severe than now.

Marching forward while considering, Benjamin finally found some understanding: “It seems that ’concepts’ have fully penetrated the various cultivation techniques of the Cultivation Immortality World; even body cultivation, the benefits gained in different concepts vary.”

He did not rush headlong into the depths but first conducted preliminary exploration around the outpost area, allowing his body to achieve more comprehensive training as well.

The swirling snowflakes provided him with natural cover; his figure flickered on the icefield, blending into the blizzard.

During his long trek through the snow, he discovered some unique creatures indigenous to the Frost Dark Realm.

Some were peculiar “Frost Worms” wriggling deep in the permafrost, their bodies crystalline, emitting faint ice element fluctuations, entwined together, forming a giant, slow-moving nest, devouring underground energy.

Others were giant beasts, hidden deep beneath thick ice layers.

Only as Benjamin approached did they cast huge shadows beneath the ice, flashing by, leaving cracks shattered beneath the ice and deep, unending howls.

Without exception, these creatures emitted extraordinary auras, proving that this world was not as lifeless on the surface.

Benjamin trudged through the vast icy plain, expanding the perception range of the Eye of Scouting to its limits, sharply capturing any unusual energy fluctuations in the air.

Finally, a wave of ice element fluctuation with obvious life characteristics penetrated the snowstorm and was accurately captured by him.

“Got it…”

He suddenly stopped, crouched low in the snowstorm, and concealed all his aura.

Ahead, partially veiled by the snowstorm, was an ice ridge with several massive figures looming in and out of sight—they were Yetis!

This was a squad of about twenty Yetis, their entire bodies made of hard ice crystals and frozen earth, burly in size, with six thick limbs and solid frost entwining their bodies.

Their eyes glowed with a ghostly blue light, their steps heavy yet rhythmical, as if patrolling.

“Huh?” Jeming observed for a moment, frowning slightly.

Because he found that there were surprisingly no Second Level Creatures among this Yeti squad: “These Yetis… their level seems a bit low?”

“Whoo whoo—”

In the snowstorm, a unique howl of the Yetis came, carrying a hint of coldness and oppression.

All the Yetis suddenly stopped, turned their heads in unison, and their ghostly blue gazes instantly locked onto Jeming’s hiding spot!

“Seems I’ve been discovered.” Jeming twisted his neck, unsurprised by this.

In the Frost Dark Realm, an element creature born in such a nearly lightless environment clearly did not rely on vision, but discovered enemies through heat sensing.

“Wizard!”

A leading Yeti, appearing slightly more robust than the others, let out an ear-splitting roar, the sound echoing across the ice field, carrying a bone-chilling cold.

It stepped forward abruptly, its powerful build carrying strong inertia, leading the other Yetis as they charged toward Jeming!

With a blank expression, Jeming raised his hand.

The battle from start to finish lasted but a mere ten seconds.

Effortlessly, almost crushing.

He swiftly placed the Yetis’ “Ice Crystal Core” into a Spatial Ring, then used a Witchcraft Artifact to release “Soul Search,” skillfully searching the souls of all the dead Yetis.

Thread by thread of cold spiritual fluctuations, carrying fragments of the Yetis’ memories from their lifetimes, were forcibly extracted by Jeming.

After a brief read and analysis, he finally found the information he wanted about the Yeti gathering area.

Following the intelligence obtained from the souls, Jeming traversed the ice field for several more hours.

Finally, he arrived at the area marked as the “Yeti Gathering Area.”

This gathering area was much larger than he had expected, surrounded by several massive ice mountains, with a relatively flat frost basin at its center.

Here and there stood some crude constructions made of piled ice blocks and frozen earth, appearing rough and primitive.

The air was filled with an oppressive frost element atmosphere, one could even hear some vague noises, proving there was a considerable number of Yetis inside.

However, when Jeming cautiously concealed his form, even using a Disguise Rune that allowed him to blend entirely with the snowstorm, quietly infiltrating the gathering area for reconnaissance, he fell into doubt once more.

This gathering area’s number of Yetis was many, far exceeding the scale of a regular small stronghold, even reaching the level of a medium stronghold!

However, through the perception of the “Eye of Scouting” and the precise identification of energy fluctuations, Jeming discovered an astonishing fact—within this vast gathering area, there was only one Second Level Yeti stationed!

Let alone a Third Level Yeti, Jeming hadn’t even found any traces of other Second Level Yetis!

“How is this possible? So many Yetis, only one Second Level Leader?” Jeming was filled with incomprehension.

This was extremely abnormal!

According to previous intelligence from the Wizard Legion, a stronghold of this scale should at least be managed by one to two Third Level Yetis, along with hundreds of elite Second Level Yetis.

Jeming hid in the shadows of an ice mountain, patiently waiting for a little while.

He observed the behavior patterns of the Yetis inside the gathering area while watching the situation inside his Dantian, attempting to capture the “Red Dust Qi.”

However, after careful sensing, he finally confirmed with some reluctance: “Just like with the Magma Giant… unable to obtain Red Dust Qi.”

Such a result left Jeming’s heart slightly heavy.

Although he’d anticipated this before coming, actually confirming this situation still left Jeming with a hard-to-conceal heaviness in his heart.

The problem now wasn’t just about the raw materials for the Red Dust Potion, but an even more troublesome situation.

“Hope… it’s not the worst-case scenario…”

After confirming this, Jeming no longer hesitated.

Although he already had a basic conclusion, he still decided to explore an even larger gathering point.

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