This happened while the satellite fragments of Planet Laude were still orbiting the planet in parabolic trajectories.
Countless light-years away, on Planet Guyan.
Guyan's axial tilt was close to forty degrees. This meant that everything beyond fifty degrees north or south latitude counted as "polar regions," forced to endure the baptism of polar day and polar night once every year. Such vast polar circles also made the planet's atmospheric circulation exceptionally fragile and violent.
"Gale winds" thus became the eternal theme of this world's weather.
Whenever the seasons changed, violent winds swept across the entire planet. The plants of this world had evolved into two wholly different types. One was fast-growing, with straight, upright stalks. Most reached two or three meters in height, while a few could grow to seven or eight meters. They swiftly produced countless seeds at their tips, sowing them upon the wind.
Perennial plants, meanwhile, tended to be very short and mostly sprawled along the ground, covering the surface with broad, sturdy leaves to draw in sunlight.
Simply put, this was a world where "grass" was generally taller than "trees."
And the North Pole here was in the midst of polar night.
In this world, a vast continent lay beneath the North Pole. Yet for all these years, few living beings had set foot here. Aside from a very small number of supreme experts who cultivated ice- and snow-based arts, no one lived here.
Of course, these "supreme experts" were only supreme by this world's standards.
By human standards, they were roughly... ancient Body Integration Realm cultivators.
The cultivation level of this world was not high, either. Its native civilizations were civilizations akin to the Demon Race, where different species gained intelligence after birth and lived together in harmony. But compared with civilizations born with innate