The valley beyond the pine forest had never had a name. On this sparsely inhabited snowy plain, human activity was severely restricted; even the most seasoned hunters only dared to leave a cabin in the pine forest. No reckless adventurer had ever crossed the entire jungle ruled by wolf packs and brown bears and then given a lifeless valley a name—so Hao Ren simply called it Death Valley.
Where the pine forest bordered the valley was a forest of diseased trees. The dry, twisted plants seemed to warn reckless adventurers not to approach lightly. Beyond the diseased forest lay an open valley floor. The valley itself was not very large. It was roughly triangular, with two low, barren stone mountains rising on either side and gradually converging in the distance, forming terrain enclosed by mountains on three sides. Thus, crossing the pine forest was the only shortcut to the valley. The little valley was utterly lifeless, with no vegetation anywhere. The barren landscape stretched from the stone mountains on both sides down into the valley below. Everywhere he looked, there was only endless snow, along with occasional black rocks poking out of it and the remains of tree trunks that had withered and died an unknown number of years ago. In this icy environment, even dead trees were preserved longer than elsewhere.
Hao Ren stood at the edge of the diseased forest and gazed into the distance, trying to find anything recognizable in the barren valley. But aside from a dead wasteland, he saw nothing.
Could Vivian really be sleeping in this isolated land of death?
Judging from the information gathered by the wolf pack and the abnormal ecology of this place, that possibility was indeed quite high.
"Hiss—" Husky Girl sucked in a breath beside Hao Ren, a hint