The Gobi was desolate.
Yet it concealed many secrets.
But perhaps because they were powerful, Jiang Qiao and Mo Qingying encountered no unusual incidents.
Soon.
As they continued northward, the temperature began to drop. A faint white line appeared on the horizon, and several enormous icebergs rose at the edge of their vision, heralding the arrival of the Icefield.
"Very few people set foot in the Icefield."
"If the grassland's danger level is 1 and the desert's is 5, then the Icefield's danger level is 100."
"Here, even an Eighth Tier Expert could be in mortal danger."
Mo Qingying stared at the outline of the icebergs.
As they drew closer, the outline gradually became clearer. It sketched out a series of enormous mountain ranges, and at the farthest reaches of those ranges, they could vaguely see an endless plain.
Black trees towered across that plain.
They rose high into the clouds.
Their coverage was immense.
Their twisted, bizarre forms resembled demons standing there with their claws bared, silently watching the visitors.
They were enough to make anyone tremble.
"We'd better wait before going in." Mo Qingying glanced at the sky. "There's a very strange phenomenon. If you enter the Icefield directly from the wasteland, you're very likely to encounter inexplicable attacks."
"But if you wait at the entrance for a day before going in..."
"You can avoid a lot of trouble."
"We suspect it might be because the wasteland and the Icefield are two completely opposite geographical environments. We're carrying the aura of the wasteland, and entering deep into the Icefield can easily provoke some of the local evil entities."
"Although we aren't afraid of them..."
"They're still troublesome, and at the very least, they can waste a lot of time."
Mo Qingying explained.
"Then let's wait a day." Jiang