Ye Lin grabbed the old man by the collar and asked.
"Senior, the Wuxin Clan is at the very heart of the Thousand-Mile Snowfield."
The old man no longer dared to struggle in the slightest. This man might be one of the legendary immortals or gods—only immortals and gods possessed such methods.
Gripping the old man, Ye Lin crossed ten li in a single step, advancing step by step toward the center of the Thousand-Mile Snowfield.
Outside the Thousand-Mile Snowfield, the sun blazed brightly, while within it, everything was blanketed in ice and snow. The temperatures in the two places were simply on entirely different levels. What could have created such a spectacle?
The only thing Ye Lin could think of was the so-called sacred artifact the old man had mentioned.
"Senior, below us is the Wuxin Clan's Ancestral Land."
At that moment, the old man pointed to the ice mountain below. Inside it, caves were arranged in neat rows, while white figures moved about in every direction.
"Who goes there? How dare you trespass into Wuxin Clan territory?"
A furious shout rang out from below. In the next instant, three figures shot into the sky and came to a steady stop before Ye Lin.
Three men with white hair and pale skin stared fixedly at Ye Lin. Ye Lin also noticed that the three before him truly had no hearts, and the meridians within their bodies differed greatly from those of the Human Race.
"Senior, these three are the Wuxin Clan's three Grandmaster experts. On the snowfield, when they join forces, they can contend with the legendary Celestial Being experts."
"They are also the culprits who slew three Grandmaster experts from the Seven Great Dynasties."
The old man introduced them to Ye Lin. An old man who looked over