Traveled to an Interesting Different World

A piece of poetry, a beam of light. I've traveled through time. He fell alone into the wild and cold wilderness that had been frozen for eternity, and came to another world for the first time. His chest was seriously injured, and he was on the verge of death in the biting wind and snow. When I was on the verge of death, my body quietly mutated, and I awakened the unique ice spirit origin. He took advantage of the cold temperatures of the polar regions to heal his injuries, relied on the aura of heaven and earth to cleanse his marrow and cut his veins, and took the first step in spiritual practice even after death, knocking on the door to the path of immortality. There is no system around me, no chance from heaven, and no connection from past lives. Except for a ray of modern soul and tenacity, I have nothing. A frail scholar with a clear worldly mind. From a weak mortal unable to control spirits, to an epiphany of magic in a life-and-death fight; from passively enduring the severe cold, to drawing wind and snow to forge ice blades, and borrowing the power of heaven and earth to shape spirits. Kill the cold wolf in the wasteland, stabilize the foundation and build up your cultivation, continue to transform in desperate situations, and make progress step by step. It's a vast and alien world, and the road ahead is bleak. The wind and snow sharpen the bones, and the ice forges the road. Born from the desolate ice field, he grew up against the wind and snow from the bottom of the mortal world. Let's see how I have enlightened myself, traveled across the frosty rivers, mountains and seas of other worlds, and found my own cold path of counterattack in the cold and cruel world of immortal cultivation.