The Man from the Extreme North (Please Vote for Recommendations)

The winding canyon was like a wound across the earth, "crawling" through the vast white snow like a centipede. Much of the ice had remained frozen for years, reflecting a crystalline radiance.

Two people stood atop the cliff to the left. The one in front faced the blazing sun, swallowing and exhaling sunlight, with flickering flames flowing through his every breath.

He looked young, seemingly in his twenties. A trace of arrogance lay hidden between his brows and eyes. He wore a fur hat and a silver-white, close-fitting robe that shimmered faintly beneath the sun, as though it had been stitched together from countless scales. His aura ran through his entire body, merging with the great sun above and hooking into the tremendous force deep beneath the earth below. He was truly extraordinary.

Behind him stood a woman in a fiery-red dress. Her features were delicate, she was in the prime of youth, and she brimmed with vitality.

"Senior Brother, are you all right?" the woman in red asked with concern.

The young man who had been swallowing sunlight had slightly narrow eyes, giving people the impression that he was always squinting. The rest of his features were unremarkable, but when combined with that powerful aura and the radiance of confidence "threaded" together from the depths of his heart, they created an indescribable charm that drew people's gazes.

At that moment, he smiled faintly. "It's just a minor injury. It healed at sunrise. The south really does have plenty of powerful people. It hasn't disappointed me."

The woman in red pursed her lips slightly. "You dragged me south without saying a word. What exactly are you trying to do?"

Her Senior Brother, Chen Zhao, was an unparalleled prodigy of the Extreme North. Before turning thirty, he had already advanced to