The frigid winds of Beiming had blown for countless years without ever ceasing.
This land of extreme cold had once been one of the Demon Court's strongest fortresses. When Di Jun was still alive, Kunpeng had spent several Eons building up this place, laying down layers upon layers of Restrictions and stockpiling countless weapons and suits of armor.
Even after the Demon Court's downfall, Beiming remained the lair where the Demon Clan's remaining forces were most concentrated.
Kunpeng had believed this place to be impregnable, that no one would dare come.
Today, he learned that he had been wrong.
On the Beiming Ice Plain, icy winds howled past, carrying shattered ice in their wake.
The Human Race's army of Cultivators stretched for thousands of miles, spreading from the edge of the Ice Plain all the way to the distant snow line.
Black War Banners snapped violently in the wind, each embroidered with a golden character for "Human." Simple, crude, and recognizable at a glance.
The number of Human Race members who registered to fight far exceeded expectations.
If Suiren Clan and Ziyi Clan had not discussed it and urgently called a halt, limiting the Daluo quota to just one hundred thousand and keeping the Taiyi Golden Immortal quota below one million, the current number would likely have been more than a hundred times greater.
Back when this plan had first been formally proposed among the Human Race's First Generation Sages and they sought the opinions of their kin, everyone had contacted them. Jade Slips piled up like mountains at the Registration Area.
Some Farm Teachings Disciples who knew the details were utterly baffled.
Did these people have some misunderstanding about what "war" meant?
They were going to besiege a Quasi-Saint, not go on an outing.
But the Human Race did