The far northern reaches of Azure Cloud Province were a vast plateau stretching hundreds of thousands of li.
The north wind swept shards of ice across the frozen plains, while year-round snow, several zhang deep, dyed heaven and earth in a desolate white.
As this place was blanketed in ice and snow all year round and bitterly cold, it was also known as the Snowfield.
The Snowfield's harsh weather left it sparsely populated. Only several small and medium-sized sects specializing in ice-element cultivation techniques had stationed themselves here for generations.
That day, a dazzling streak of silver light suddenly hurtled in from the horizon, tearing through the lead-gray clouds like a falling meteor and plunging toward the skies above the Snowfield.
The silver light was a great silver bird. Its feathers seemed carved from ice crystals, its tail plumes trailing a faint chill. Each beat of its wings stirred up a fine mist of ice.
Upon the silver bird's head stood a black-robed, masked man and a beautiful woman in red. Both exuded the formidable aura of Spirit Transformation cultivators.
They were none other than Chen Changming and Yun Xueqi, who had come all the way from Immortal Taming City. The silver bird was the Snow Feather Ice Sparrow.
Chen Changming stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze sweeping across the boundless Snowfield.
The biting wind hurled snowy spray against his mask, bringing a crisp chill, yet it could not disperse the thoughts in his eyes.
At that moment, the familiar snowy landscape inevitably brought Gu Huaibei, far away in the Illusion Star Sea, to his mind.
"I wonder how Xiao Bei is doing now..."
He murmured inwardly, his fingers tightening unconsciously.
In truth, he dearly wished to return to the Illusion Star Sea to see Gu