Chapter 1076

Chapter 1076: Icy Abyss Cold Wind

In the Southern Dipper Immortal Realm, the Thousand Mountains of Despair.

Han Feiyu strolled across the desolate plain as leisurely as an old lady taking a walk, neither hurrying nor slowing down.

Occasionally, the cries of giant eagles echoed in the sky, but they failed to capture his interest.

After walking at this unhurried pace for half a day, Han Feiyu glanced up at the sky.

"At least there’s still the cycle of the sun and moon in this desolate place," he mused.

"Otherwise, wandering this barren land with nothing in sight would be utterly dull."

As he spoke, Han Feiyu pulled out a sunshade crafted from giant eagle feathers, along with a set of tables and chairs.

Settling into the chair, he retrieved a cup of ten-thousand-year-old stalactite.

What could he do? He had plenty of it.

With a casual wave of his hand, five maidens appeared nearby, accompanied by a full set of cooking utensils.

They quickly got to work, preparing a fresh batch of ingredients for a meal.

"Thank goodness I had the foresight to store important things in the space of the jade gourd," Han Feiyu said with a sigh of relief.

"Otherwise, I’d be in real trouble now."

Even now, he dared not remove anything directly from the jade gourd’s space.

The moment he tried, the oppressive force of this desolate land would render it useless.

Instead, he used his consciousness to delve into the jade gourd’s space, then accessed the space of the celestial tool to retrieve what he needed.

Han Feiyu slumped back in his chair, and two of the five maidens stepped forward to give him a full-body massage.

"Master, you’ve worked so hard," one of the maidens said softly as she kneaded his shoulders.

If Han Feiyu hadn’t placed them in that special space, all hundred or so maidens would have perished on the journey.

The pressure here was far beyond what they could endure; staying for even an hour would cause irreversible harm.

So, each day, he could only summon a few maidens at a time to cook and tend to him.

"It’s been so many years," Han Feiyu murmured, his gaze drifting to the sky.

"I wonder how the sect, Master Ancestor, Master, and my brothers are doing."

"And Wujie—has he turned misfortune into fortune?"

"If he truly fell in the star region, he should have been revived by now, right?"

A wave of melancholy washed over him as he stared at the bright, cloudless sky.

Just then, the Mechanical Puppet Little A approached, dragging a giant eagle behind it.

"According to my calculations, you should be nearing the next area beyond the Thousand Mountains of Despair," Little A announced.

It then began dismantling the giant eagle, collecting its feathers and bones while converting the inner pill and flesh into nourishment.

Watching this, Han Feiyu couldn’t help but feel a sense of wonder, as if some invisible boundary in his mind had been shattered.

"I get how you can digest the inner pill," Han Feiyu said, curiosity finally getting the better of him.

"But how do you process the blood and flesh of the giant eagle?"

"Everything can be turned into nourishment," Little A replied matter-of-factly, picking up a stone from the ground and popping it into its mouth.

"It’s just a question of how much."

"Just like this stone, the energy it gives me isn’t even worth the effort it took to pick it up," said the Mechanical Puppet Little A as it started eating the giant eagle’s flesh.

Han Feiyu had tried the giant eagle’s meat before and thought it was the worst thing he’d ever tasted.

The maids Han Feiyu summoned had also finished cooking.

Four dishes and a soup, all healthy and nutritious.

"Once I get out of here, I need to get some Immortal-grade spirit beasts to keep in the space of the jade gourd. Otherwise, if I end up in another tough spot, this barely passable spirit beast meat will only barely satisfy my hunger," Han Feiyu said, picking up a piece of beef and taking a sip of soup.

"Their cooking is getting better, but they’re still not at the level of mastering the wide road through delicacies," Han Feiyu remarked, thinking back to his days in the sect.

Back then, he could sometimes enjoy big meals made by his senior brothers from the gourmet division—those were the best dishes in the Immortal Realm.

After finishing his meal, Han Feiyu glanced wistfully at the sunshade beside him, then stored it all in the space of the jade gourd with a wave of his hand.

He walked off in one direction, moving like an old lady.

The Mechanical Puppet Little A followed quietly behind him.

"Go ahead and play that light curtain drama I didn’t finish yesterday," Han Feiyu said, turning slowly.

"Sure."

A light curtain appeared nearby, showing a drama created by grapes.

It was about a shepherd boy who became a Great Immortal Emperor, with over ten thousand episodes. Han Feiyu had already watched more than six thousand.

This drama was one of Han Feiyu’s main ways of passing the time in this desolate place.

As he walked and watched, he occasionally commented.

"I don’t like this Great Immortal Emperor—always scheming and plotting. Why can’t he just train honestly and straightforwardly?"

"Once he becomes a Great Immortal Emperor, he’ll overpower everything."

Even though he complained, it didn’t ruin his enjoyment of the show. In fact, he was eager to see what happened next.

"These schemes and plots will help the main character get more resources."

"My temporary host, you’ve probably never felt what it’s like to lack resources for cultivation."

"In the Immortal Realm, to grow strong, you can’t do without wealth, methods, partners, or land," said the Mechanical Puppet Little A, trailing behind Han Feiyu.

"True, it seems like the only thing I’m missing is a partner," Han Feiyu replied, looking sympathetically at the protagonist on the light curtain.

Growing up alone in the Immortal Realm must have been really hard.

At that moment, the protagonist in the drama had reached the level of a Golden Immortal and was planning to enter a secret realm.

Rumors said there was a Postnatal Spiritual Treasure in the secret realm that perfectly matched the path he was cultivating.

Han Feiyu watched as the protagonist ran all over the Immortal Realm, gathering materials to open the secret realm just for that treasure.

"I can’t relate at all. Is it really worth all that effort for a Postnatal Spiritual Treasure?" Han Feiyu shook his head.

Just as Han Feiyu was walking and watching the drama, the environment around him suddenly changed.

He went from a scorching plain to a snowy wasteland.

Han Feiyu stepped into the air and nearly fell.

When he got up, the snow was already up to his knees, and the gravitational force had grown even stronger.

The intense pressure brought Han Feiyu back to the state he was in when he first arrived in this desolate place.

The wind howled, and snow fell heavily; the icy wind cut right through Han Feiyu.

"The icy abyss cold wind can pierce the spirit of a true immortal," said the Mechanical Puppet Little A.

Feeling the biting cold, Han Feiyu thought for a moment, then pulled out a piece of warm jade from the space of the jade gourd. It was top-quality Immortal-grade.

But it only gave him a slight bit of warmth.

The icy wind still made him shiver.

"Little A, do something~"

"The gravitational force is manageable, but I can’t handle this icy abyss cold wind!" Han Feiyu said, trembling.

"Hold on a moment~"

The Mechanical Puppet Little A quickly pulled out the giant eagle feathers it had collected earlier and started building a small hut.