Beyond the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, Frost Wind Valley.
Frigid winds dwelled here year-round. Ordinary cultivators would die the moment they touched them, body and soul frozen through.
Only during the winter month each year, when Frost Winds swept across the Present World, would the bitter winds here briefly disperse and yield a passageway.
And during that month, the slaughter between the Human Race and Demon Race over this passage was often fiercer than the frost winds themselves.
In Frost Wind Valley during the winter month, red and white were a common sight.
At one of the valley's mouths, a man stood tall and alone, tilting his ear to listen to someone beside him. Every so often, he nodded. "Mm." "Oh." "I see."
Clad in white robes and bearing a silver spear, with clear brows and bright eyes, he cut a peerless figure. This was Ji Zhaonan of Great Qi.
Frost Wind Valley did not belong exclusively to any one side. Whenever it opened, every faction could send people here to contend with the Demon Race for its resources. Whatever grudges they might have in the Present World, beyond the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, resisting the Demon Race together was the greater cause of the Human Race.
The man standing before Ji Zhaonan seemed to have glimpsed hope that his persuasion would succeed. Growing more animated as he spoke, he gestured grandly, full of sweeping ambition.
As Ji Zhaonan listened, he suddenly raised a hand. That famed spear of the world streaked across the sky like a bolt of snowy silk, piercing through the man's throat and bursting out through the back of his skull!
His life, along with his voice, vanished. He collapsed onto the white snow of Frost Wind Valley.
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