Chen Shouyi couldn't be bothered to think about it.
After saying goodbye to Zhang Miaomiao, he took his bicycle from the garage and hurried toward the Space Channel with the two little ones. He was in a period of rapid growth in strength, improving at a speed he could practically see with his own eyes every day.
Besides, with his well-fed, sturdy body now that his bulking-up was over, he felt he could keep going for several days without rest.
Tell me, what could be more enjoyable than that?
As for meeting Zhang Xiaoyue, there would be plenty of time for that later.
The ice fields.
Some creatures with keen senses began migrating again, fleeing the area.
Among them were enormous White Dragons, towering giants, worms that radiated terrifying cold, and all manner of strange Giant Beasts. Any one of them appearing on Earth would trigger a disaster.
Yet now, they fled in panic like stray dogs.
Ever since an indescribable presence had appeared here, fear had descended. The place was no longer fit for them to live. Some had already migrated several times, but fear seemed to follow them like a shadow. No matter where they went, it returned before long.
Among the giants was one wearing a helmet made from a White Dragon's skull. He stood a head taller than the others.
His enormous body, seventeen or eighteen meters tall, his knotted muscles, the scars covering him, and the black great axe in his hand, as broad as a door, made him look like a ferocious, terrifying demon god.
But now, his face was full of unease.
"Great and merciful God of Ice, you wield the most terrifying power in the world. You are the Lord of Ice. We call upon you—please guide us to a path of