Have You Heard of the Mystic Monarch?

At the northernmost edge of the Federation, in the territory bordering The Arctic, lay a world of utter silence and cold after traveling an immense distance farther north.

Upon the Ice Ocean, filled with ice floes and shattered icebergs, an exquisite yet eerie Wooden Boat floated on the water. Its oars had been casually set aside, while its lantern cast a dim glow over the four figures aboard who were "gazing at the stars."

Tang Qi and the three little ones.

The overwhelmingly shocking scenes they had witnessed earlier still lingered in their minds.

That indescribable "terrifying contamination" had yet to be completely purged.

Fortunately, the breathtaking, dreamlike splendor before them was quickly dispersing the contamination. As the sea breeze, laden with a rich, icy freshness, occasionally swept over them, Tang Qi felt the world become incomparably vast.

Unlike the endless immensity of the Mystic Side, the vast and lonely world of The Arctic brought peace to the soul.

Of course, it was not truly silent here.

The intermittent crashes of collapsing icebergs!

The cries of Intelligent Whale Beasts hunting in packs!

The calls of Cold-Resistant Birds crossing the Ice Ocean!

And...

Crack! Crack! Crack!

A sudden, unceasing series of sounds reached Tang Qi's ears. At the same time, cold seawater surged in from afar, lifting several isolated islands in the Ice Ocean, as well as his Ship of Fools, by dozens of centimeters.

Tang Qi immediately turned to look into the distance.

There lay a stretch of nearly frozen sea. Hard ice floes formed a "Frost Giant Carpet," which, together with the medium and small icebergs atop it, had turned that region into a dead zone, save for some cold-resistant sea beasts.

No other living creature or vessel could make landfall there.

But at that moment, an exception appeared.