Far North.
Huo Yuhao had always thought of himself as someone who could endure hardship.
Only after truly setting foot on this snowy plain did he realize that in some places, endurance alone simply wasn't enough.
The snow in this damned place didn't resemble snow at all. Whenever the wind blew, the layer of icy powder on the ground was swept up and slammed into him head-on.
When the wind was weak, he could still lower his head and keep walking. When it grew strong, Huo Yuhao could only lie flat on the ground and wait for the gust to pass.
With Tian Meng's shed shell, he really wasn't all that afraid of the cold anymore.
But not fearing the cold didn't mean he wasn't afraid of being pounded like a sandbag by the wind and snow.
"Brother Sky Dream..."
Huo Yuhao was completely bundled up in thick cotton clothing, his voice muffled. "Are you sure we haven't gone the wrong way?"
Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's voice immediately sounded within the Sea of Spirit.
"Relax, Little Yuhao. How could I possibly remember the wrong place?" he said with great confidence. "Back then, I may have been chased all over the place, but I remember Icey's territory perfectly clearly."
The corner of Huo Yuhao's mouth twitched. "Brother Sky Dream, do you really need to sound so proud about that?"
After saying that, he lowered his head and glanced at the dry rations in his hand. They were already almost as hard as rocks.
He had originally planned to tuck them inside his clothes and warm them with his body heat. But Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's shed shell blocked the cold outside while also trapping his body heat within, so even after keeping them there for half the day, the rations were