In the far north, the weather was bitterly cold and everything withered. Yet even this vast frozen wilderness within the Arctic Circle had once been a battlefield where the "gods" of the Mythical Era fought without end. To this day, the mysterious powers left behind by the Age of the Gods still echoed deep beneath the ice, like stubborn ghosts haunting the planet, hollowly crying out in the winter for the glory of the Mythical Era—and this place truly was well suited to become the Demon Hunters' final fortress.
This was not Hao Ren and the others' first time entering the Arctic Circle, but they had never ventured so far north before. Their destination was the North Pole, one of the two coldest extremes in the world. As they stood upon this endless ice field and listened to the howling wind whistle past their ears, Vivian seemed to recall the most distant fragments of her memories. It had been the years after Earth's last ice age had ended, when the cold had not yet fully withdrawn from the world. Vast stretches of land and sea were still covered in ice, and Vivian had awakened on an ice field just like this one.
"Don't tell me the place where you first awakened was the North Pole?" Hao Ren asked curiously after hearing Vivian's lament. "If we dig around here, could we unearth some of your relics?"
"It was just an ice field. Who knows whether it was the North Pole?" Vivian shook her head. "And what do you mean, relics? I'm still alive, you know."
On the boundless Arctic ice field, a shabby-looking Bei Dou Xing car was parked behind a steep ice outcrop. Hao Ren and his companions had left the car and were observing their surroundings outside. But there