North Pole.
At the very least, that had originally been its name.
The place was still blanketed in snow, with frigid winds racing through and thick layers of snow covering every corner.
But its geographical location had undergone severe displacement due to crustal movement.
It was still continuously shifting even now, like an ice boat slowly drifting along.
Moreover, the temperature here had become far colder than before.
Whenever those bone-piercing winds swept up, even animals such as polar bears would be frozen alive in an extremely short time, reduced to ice sculptures.
Inside the Novice Village here, a young man over two meters tall, clad in a black robe, stood atop the altar within the Novice Village. His expression was as calm as still water, with only the faint flicker in his eyes revealing that his heart was not as unruffled as his face suggested.
"Looks like my luck isn't bad. I actually got in with the first batch..."
"And this brand-new power really suits me. My Slaughter Law has actually increased directly, at least equal to tens of thousands of years of cultivation..."
Amid his muttering.
Quite satisfied, he casually beckoned, and a black spear roughly two and a half meters long, its surface covered in all kinds of complex blood-colored patterns, silently appeared in his hand.
That black spear did not reveal the slightest aura.
But the moment it appeared, the surrounding light immediately dimmed, its brightness dropping by more than half.
It was as though the time had shifted straight from noon to something close to evening.
With its appearance.
A strange scent of blood soon slowly spread through the two-meter radius around the man.
Yet whenever that aura tried to spread outward, another invisible force appeared and bound it tightly, refusing to let it leak