The Empress of the Extreme North Ice Plains

She looked deeply at it, then turned and walked into the pagoda.

Xiao Yun withdrew the pagoda, and the Spirit Gathering Array dimmed completely.

He looked around, making sure he had not missed anything, then sprang up and flew upward along the Ice Crevice he had come through.

The hundred-zhang-deep Ice Crevice took him only a few breaths to leap out of. On the surface, the wind and snow were still howling, snowflakes whipped up by the gale and striking his face hard enough to sting. He stood at the edge of the Ice Crevice and released Sky Dream Butterfly Dance from the pagoda.

Sky Dream Butterfly Dance landed beside him, her silvery-white hair streaming in the wind. She lifted her head, gazed at the snowstorm filling the sky, and took a deep breath. This was her first time feeling the wind of this ice plain in human form. Bitter, icy, yet carrying an indescribable freedom.

Xiao Yun was just about to speak when his expression suddenly tightened, and his gaze turned toward the depths of the blizzard.

There was a figure there.

Flickering in and out of sight, distant yet near.

It was a woman. She wore a long dress formed from condensed ice crystals, its hem trailing across the snow without leaving the slightest trace. Her long hair fell like a waterfall, every strand ice-blue, drifting gently in the wind and snow with a faint, eerie glow. Her skin was as fair as snow, her features so exquisite they seemed inhuman, and her eyes were ice-blue, deep and cold, like two of the purest sapphires.

She stood there, and the wind and snow naturally veered around her, as if even heaven and earth did not dare draw near.

Sky Dream Butterfly Dance's body abruptly stiffened, her purple eyes