Northern Region, Frostfall Mountain Range.
This place seemed like a corner abandoned by heaven and earth.
The sky was forever shrouded in heavy lead-gray clouds. Ash-black snowflakes as large as goose feathers drifted down without end, yet they were not white, but stained with a bleak, chilling hue that seemed capable of freezing the soul.
The frigid wind cut like blades, sweeping up ice crystals with a shriek like wailing ghosts.
The mountain range rose and fell without end, entirely blanketed by thick solid ice that glimmered with an azure sheen. Not a trace of life could be seen.
Only scattered grotesque ice sculptures, like corpses frozen in moments of agony, told of this place's silence and terror.
The air was filled with dense, pure yet evil Icy Demonic Energy. If an ordinary Expert inhaled even a mouthful, their blood would likely freeze at once, their spiritual energy solidify, and their soul stiffen.
This place had already completely become the fringe of Cold Marrow Demon General's Permafrost Demonic Domain.
Lin Langtian brought Zhao Xuanfeng with him, and the two moved like ghosts through the blizzard and jagged Ice Peaks without making a sound.
Zhao Xuanfeng pulled tighter the thin layer of Profound Yellow light Lin Langtian had casually cast around him, yet he still felt the bone-piercing cold constantly trying to seep in. His face was blue, and he relied entirely on his resolve to avenge his sect to endure.
He struggled to identify the direction, then pointed toward a region deep in the Mountains where the terrain was especially complex and the Icy Demonic Energy was at its densest.
"Senior, it should be near that Thousand Blades Ice Valley ahead... The Demonic Energy here is several times denser and more solid than when I passed through this place while