What was the most common thing on the Northernmost Ice Field?
Snow.
Nothing but snow.
From her birth until now, throughout her still-underage life as an elf, Yilu had seen all kinds of snow more than anything else.
She no longer wanted to look at the virtual illusions and photographs in the museum.
She wanted to use her own eyes to see a world without snow.
It should be... beautiful, right?
This thought had always existed in Yilu's heart, and she had never told anyone.
The freezing wind howled.
It stirred the girl's clothes and her silver-white long hair.
Atop a snowy peak, Yilu widened her eyes and looked at the snowfield before her.
No, it was no longer a snowfield.
Cracks crisscrossed everywhere. Darkness led to who knew where, while the ice sheet had shattered and risen in uneven waves. Deep-blue solid ice bathed in starlight and moonlight, like the most precious gemstones.
Farther away lay an ocean.
Yes, an ocean.
An ocean she had only ever seen in the Consciousness Realm.
Under the pale-blue moonlight, the seawater was a deep blue, turning the color of ink farther out.
Ripples spread across the sea, breaking the reflected moon into fragments of shimmering light.
It was beautiful.
Seawater filled the gaps in the glaciers, reflected by the ice into a transparent blue. Tiny specks of light glittered within it, like stars fallen from the sky. They were likely some special creatures capable of emitting light.
Exclamations came from nearby.
"Is this... an ocean?"
"I suppose it counts."
"A real ocean is far wider than this. You can't see the end of it at a glance."
"You can see the end of this one?"
"Uh..."
Yilu paid no attention to the noisy crowd. She looked around, and her gaze quickly fell