Two streaks of sword light shot out of the Iron Sword Alliance's council hall, one behind the other. Like a pair of hunting hawks, they raced north.
Three days later.
The sword lights halted above a mountain range where spiritual energy was thin, then turned into two figures with powerful auras.
The weather there was dreadful. Fierce winds howled, and a blizzard poured from the sky.
Whooo—
The wind swept up the snow like a giant white beast, roaring and rampaging through the valleys. Its shrill wail sounded like ghosts crying and wolves howling, shrouding everything between heaven and earth in a chaotic expanse of white.
"Big brother, the Iron Sword Token's trail vanished right here!"
The middle-aged man in black spoke while silently sensing the surroundings with a Compass-like magic treasure in his hand. The wind snapped his robes.
The Compass was silver-white, its face covered in dense spirit patterns. At its center, a needle trembled faintly, pointing toward a valley below.
He frowned and searched the vast Snowfield beneath them, but found nothing.
"This is the far north of Cold Light Province. Spiritual energy is scarce. Why would that fellow come here?"
The black-robed elder narrowed his eyes and surveyed their surroundings.
Boom!
A distant mountain suddenly exploded, and an astonishing aura of the Sixth Layer of the Void Refinement Realm burst out!
The aura was like a giant beast awakening. It shook the snow off the mountainside and sent it flying, exposing the dark brown rock beneath.
"Someone's broken through!"
The middle-aged man in black froze. He gave the Compass a slight turn, and its needle quivered wildly before pointing steadily at the mountain. Delight flashed in his eyes. "Big brother, so that's where he's been hiding!"
The black-robed elder frowned and turned to him, his expression