When they passed through the pitch-black opening and reached the isolated space behind the Ice Waterfall, the sight before them left them completely stunned.
Before them lay a place utterly unlike the outside world.
There was no snow or ice, no bitter cold.
There was only a lush, vibrant Emerald Valley.
Birdsong and fragrant flowers filled the valley, while streams babbled along.
Countless rare and wondrous creatures they had never seen before frolicked lazily across the emerald grasslands.
A warm sun hung high in the sky, bathing the entire valley in peaceful light.
It was as if this were not a forbidden, perilous wasteland where no one ever ventured, but a secluded paradise, cut off from the rest of the world.
"This place is..."
Looking at this land brimming with life, Faxiang murmured to himself.
His eyes were filled with shock.
He could clearly sense a peaceful, pure spiritual energy permeating the land.
That spiritual energy was even richer than that of Mount Sumeru at the Heavenly Sound Temple.
"What a blessed paradise."
Looking at the secluded wonderland before him, Li Xiaoyu let out a heartfelt sigh of admiration as well.
His eyes were filled with wariness.
He could clearly sense that beneath the peaceful atmosphere lurked a powerful aura that made even him tremble.
It seemed to have existed on this land for tens of thousands of years.
Just as they were at a loss for answers,
figures suddenly appeared without a sound in the lush green valley.
They all wore ancient animal-hide garments, their faces painted with mysterious totems.
In their hands, they held weapons made from the bones of unknown beasts.
There was no emotion in their eyes.
Only utter emptiness.
They seemed less like living people than lifeless statues.
An ancient aura, one with the land