Very soon, beside a relatively open stretch of sludge flatland carved out by the convergence and collision of several gigantic black rivers, he "saw" them.
Three familiar, powerful currents of demonic power coiled upon that filthy mudflat, like three hidden reefs hurled into dead water, churning the surrounding chaotic foul currents.
The Ice Chi, a hundred zhang long, lay coiled in the deepest part of the Mud Pond. Its bone‑white scales were stained with foul black sludge, yet the chill around it remained razor‑keen, freezing the mud around its body into an Ice Ocean, boiling up fog of piercing cold.
Its enormous head drooped slightly; within its icy vertical pupils lingered a terror and dread that would not disperse, but more than that was exhaustion, as if it were resting to heal its wounds.
The Golden Roc chose to alight upon the peak of a lone black crag, its rock face riddled with rot and holes.
