If the environment was truly too cold, even one's breath would turn white.
But if the cold continued, the exhaled air would instantly freeze into clumps—just like it was now.
A temperature of minus seventy degrees Celsius was already the limit at which life could exist. Any lower, and it would be difficult to endure. Fortunately, this planet had warm geothermal heat, and the ocean itself was fairly good at retaining warmth.
Presumably, beneath the water, the temperature might rise to zero degrees. That could even be called hot water.
This was the planet's Ice Age.
The frigid environment had brought about colossal ice sheets that covered the planet. From the poles to the equator, wherever they reached, they blanketed everything with cold indifference.
The land had turned cold, rivers froze over, and every kind of weather became blizzards, freezing rain, or hail. Even on the rare sunny days, the temperature never rose above minus fifty degrees.
Plants, wild animals, and intelligent civilizations all faced an unending frigid environment, suffering direct harm from the extreme cold or starving to death due to a lack of food.
Massive bodies helped retain heat, but they demanded enormous amounts of energy. Thus, only creatures at the top of the food chain, or huge bottom-dwelling filter feeders, had a chance to grow large.
Yet even the simplest lichens, mosses, or lowly life forms such as insects could survive until now only if they were especially suited to living in regions of extreme cold.
They had to possess tremendous adaptability and creativity to have any chance of surviving the Ice Age's cruel selection, which might continue for hundreds of millions of years.
Li Qi was still talking on and off with the Household head before him. It was merely somewhat boring daily chatter—no, they did