At the edge of the Star Luo River Valley, Chi Ming and Zi Long gazed at the scene before them, their expressions solemn.
The land was covered in ice and snow, and even the river had frozen over. More than a month had passed, yet nothing had changed at all.
"It seems Tang Sect wasn't exaggerating. The loss of the plane's Life Force has truly reached a very serious stage. The laws have weakened to the point where they can no longer regulate the natural climate," Zi Long said, his voice carrying a hint of worry.
"There's nothing we can do, at least not for now." Chi Ming shook his head. "If there's anywhere we're needed, the Sages should notify us."
Just then, they saw a flash of light in the distance.
Focusing their gaze, they saw a young man holding a camera and taking pictures of the frozen river valley, like a journalist.
The young man sensed their gazes and looked toward them. He nodded, then picked up his camera and left.
"Looks like there are still things we can do." Zi Long returned the nod, then looked at Chi Ming and smiled.
Chi Ming nodded lightly, and two clusters of flame ignited around him.
On the second floor inside the Floating Pyramid, a group of people trudged onward in utter exhaustion.
At first, they had been ensnared by a group of Tree Demons and hung from trees like upside-down silkworm cocoons, nearly becoming fertilizer. Later, they ran into a wolf pack hunting. They had finally managed to knock down the wolf king during the chase, only to unknowingly inhale some hallucinogenic toxin. Aside from the three Liu Xiaoxiaos and the two Limit Douluos, everyone else began dancing.
After neutralizing the hallucinogenic toxin, they discovered that they had