Snow Region, Silver Yuan City.
After Lu Feng successfully teleported to Silver Yuan City, he received assistance from the Heaven Night Sword Sect disciples within the Sword Hut and was smoothly sent to the vicinity of the Silver Mist Mountain Range.
Looking around, he saw a vast expanse of snow and ice. The world was blanketed in a cold, desolate white.
Amid this frozen landscape, the Silver Mist Mountain Range lay like a slumbering giant beast. Lead-gray clouds hung low in the sky, as though they could crush everything beneath them, exuding an invisible sense of oppression.
At the entrance to the mountain range, two towering peaks stood facing one another like guardian deities, solemn and mysterious, leaving only a narrow, winding passage between them;
Within the passage, mountain winds howled, sweeping up the snow blanketing the ground. Like a white sandstorm, it filled the air with waves of silver-white Mist Shroud, sealing off the narrow path like a natural gate.
Wrapped from head to toe in a warm, oversized fur cloak, Lu Feng slowly approached the passage.
Because the injuries to his limbs had yet to fully recover and the circulation of spiritual energy throughout his body remained sluggish, Lu Feng still could not properly fend off the bitter cold around him. After walking all this way, his lips had frozen purple-blue, and his face had turned somewhat pale;
Even his feet, which had only barely recovered enough to walk, were aching unbearably from the freezing environment, as if they might collapse at any moment. He was forced to walk for a while, then stop and regulate his breath to recover.
Because resources were scarce and the climate harsh within the Silver Mist Mountain Range, human traces were rarely seen here. Even Soul Hunter groups were exceedingly rare, and