After Waking Up, I Relied on Ancient Cold Energy to Dominate the Immortal Sect

Geologist Chen Xi encountered an avalanche while exploring the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. When he opened his eyes again, he was frozen in an extremely cold ice field in another world. Fifty thousand years have passed quietly. On the day of awakening, there were double suns hanging in the sky, full of strange things. There was the sound of cracking ten-thousand-year-old ice beside him, and there was severe pain in his body as violent spiritual energy tore through his meridians. She thought she was a passer-by who entered a wonderland by mistake, but she didn't know that from the moment she broke through the ice, she had entered a fateful chess game spanning the ancient times. Ling Xuan, the chief disciple of Beiming Sect, is handsome and cold, and the Xuan Zhen ring between her fingers resonates with her endlessly. Is it to explore, to protect, or has another purpose? Mo Chen, the cold-faced sword cultivator, was always vigilant, his sharp sword pointed at her at all times, regarding her as a hidden danger that must be eliminated. Her kind-hearted junior brother Qing He was the only source of heat in this cold and desperate situation, giving her the initial warmth and trust. However, when the cold energy of the early days sleeping in her body erupted uncontrollably time and time again, causing the Zhenxuan ring to cry with joy and sorrow, and attracting the peeps of strange beings deep in the ice field, Chen Xi finally understood—— Her arrival was no accident. This body is a key, a container, and the center of a storm sweeping the entire world of cultivation. Across fifty thousand years of ice, she came here to survive, but she didn't know that she was the oldest taboo and legend in the world.