The north wind swept through clouds of white, thick with cold; pale jade and chilly fluff danced across the vast sky.
The deep blue sky seemed close enough to touch. An endless snowfield stretched in every direction, and all that could be seen was the purest white. In the distance, the boundary between heaven and earth blurred together, impossible to distinguish.
The sun hung high overhead, illuminating this world of ice and snow. Mountain ranges lay hidden beneath the boundless white, and in such an environment, even sunlight seemed pale and powerless, unable to bring even the slightest warmth.
The terrifying cold blocked the path of most living creatures. Before nature's mighty power, even cultivators who boasted of conquering the world could only stop in their tracks. Endless ice and snow had devoured the lives of countless pioneers.
A figure was slowly making his way across the white snowfield, like a drop of ink staining a sheet of pure white paper. No matter how small it was, it remained exceptionally conspicuous.
The Demon Emperor rested an iron staff across the back of his neck, his arms draped over it as he took one unhurried step after another. The footprints behind him were soon swallowed by wind and snow.
His golden fur was covered in white frost, leaving its original color almost invisible. He simply could not be bothered to use spiritual power, and it had little real effect on him anyway.
Life at Origin Mall was indeed peaceful. Every day, one could buy a few goods, browse the Magic Phone, play with holographic equipment, and so on. It could be said to be one of the rare peaceful places on the entire Tianlan Continent.
But the Demon Emperor did not like such a life.
In his view, life was only