"I am no longer Cui Chonghe. All of that is in the past!"
Qin Ming pulled his thoughts back from those shattered scenes of the past. His gaze blazed brightly, his eyes shining with a fire-haze brilliance, his entire being brimming with vigorous vitality.
He was Qin Ming now. He could not return to the past. What should be severed, he would sever; what should be relinquished, he would relinquish. There was no need to hope that every old acquaintance would still recognize him upon meeting again.
Back then, it had been the terrifying foundation of a millennium-old Aristocratic Clan that cast its radiance upon Cui Chonghe.
Now, he would rely on himself, advancing one step at a time. Only the height he reached that way would be the true brilliance flowing through him.
"This place was chosen for a city for good reason." Qin Ming discovered that the snow in the woods only came up to his knees. It was far too "mild."
One had to know that the blizzards in Black White Mountain over the past two years had routinely risen past the waist.
Behind Red Haze City stood one majestic mountain after another. The rolling mountain ranges contained many dangerous aberrants, which also meant there was no shortage of Spiritual Matter.
Before the city stretched a vast plain covered in patches of Fire Fields. A great river outside the city also led into the distance. Once the ice thawed in early spring, many large ships would travel back and forth along it, giving it formidable transport capacity.
The city walls, built from azure stone, were tall, thick, and imposing. A grand gate tower stood before them, its armored soldiers all holding long halberds that gleamed with a cold sheen. Many people passed in and out through the