Only after becoming emperor did he realize he was in a fantasy world of immortal cultivation.

Gong Yi's voice was almost overflowing with urgency, and Gong Li, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but hold his breath and look over with anticipation.

Lin Yuan looked at Gong Yi's anxious expression and felt both amused and understanding.

Without saying anything more, he reached out his hand, a faint light flashing at his fingertips, and gently touched the storage bag at his waist.

In an instant, it was as if the light in the room was absorbed by something invisible, and it suddenly dimmed for a moment. Then, a deep, restrained, almost ink-blue light slowly emerged from his palm.

The light was blinding, and a heavy, chilling aura instantly filled the entire room.

The temperature seemed to drop suddenly, and a fine, almost imperceptible frost condensed in the air.

"Mystic Ice".

Lin Yuan softly uttered the sword's name, and the sword was then fully revealed to Gong Yi and Gong Li.

The sword is over three feet long, its blade flowing like waves, its light shimmering and turning. The entire sword has a strange dark blue color, almost like ink, as if it were the essence condensed in the deepest part of ancient ice. When light falls on it, it seems to be swallowed up, only reflecting a restrained, eerie light.

Upon closer inspection, one can see that the blade is not smooth, but rather covered with naturally formed, layered ice crack patterns and faint starlight.

The entire sword floated in the air, silent and still, yet it possessed a majestic aura as solid as a mountain and capable of freezing everything.

Gong Yi's breath caught in his throat the moment the sword appeared.

His eyes widened as he stared intently at "Mysterious Ice," the flush of excitement on his face gradually fading, replaced by an almost devout focus and awe.

He could sense that the aura of this sword resonated subtly with his own martial arts, yet it was even more refined and extreme!

The icy power within seemed capable of freezing spiritual energy and solidifying the soul!

"This...this is..." Gong Yi's voice was a little hoarse, and he involuntarily took a step forward.

With a slight thought, Lin Yuan's "Mysterious Ice" sword emitted a low, resonant sound, like ice rubbing together, and slowly drifted towards Gong Yi.

Gong Yi quickly extended both hands and solemnly accepted it.

As soon as he held the sword, the expected bone-chilling cold did not come. Instead, a refreshing coolness spread along the meridians in his palm, instantly calming his agitated mind caused by excitement.

The hilt has an excellent grip, fitting his hand perfectly, with even weight distribution that is both stable and agile.

He tried to infuse a trace of his own water-based spiritual power into the sword.

"Buzz..."

The sword trembled slightly, and its dark blue color seemed to come alive, with icy blue starlight and tiny sparks of electricity flashing within.

"Excellent! What a fine 'Mysterious Ice' weapon!" Gong Yi could no longer contain himself and blurted out his praise, his eyes bursting with ecstatic joy.

This sword is practically a weapon of slaughter tailor-made for him!

He held his sword in a gesture, without unleashing any sword energy, but wherever the sword passed, the air naturally condensed into frosty crystals that fell down, leaving a clear trail of frost.

"Still as a deep abyss of ice, yet when it moves, frost seals its surroundings... Lin Yuan, this sword... this sword..." Gong Yi was so excited that he was almost incoherent, feeling that any words of praise seemed pale in the face of this sword.

He stroked the cold, smooth blade with great affection, feeling the terrifying power contained within it, and his gratitude and respect for Lin Yuan reached their peak.

"Lin Yuan, this sword suits me perfectly, thank you."

Gong Li, standing to the side, was also dumbfounded.