"Huh, is this Sister Yanyun's soul origin?"
Xu Nian looked at the beauty slumbering within the ice crystal, his face revealing an expression of astonishment.
It seemed that Zhao Yanyun's Mud Ball Palace was somewhat special.
Although general Mud Ball Palaces also have this kind of soul power mist to nurture the soul,
they would never be as coldly icy as Zhao Yanyun's.
And now, even Zhao Yanyun's soul origin had been frozen.
Mysterious!
Of course, there was also a faint golden glow on Zhao Yanyun, enveloping her.
If Xu Nian was not mistaken, that should be the memory and insights left by the Chen Family ancestor.
It was precisely because of the protection of this memory that Zhao Yanyun was not completely frozen by the ice.
"It looks like in order to rescue Sister Yanyun, I'll need to break the ice first," Xu Nian muttered to himself.
After speaking, a hammer appeared in his hand.
He had condensed it from the power of his Spiritual Sense.