"Someone's here." A person raised his head from his hiding place and looked toward the sky, but saw nothing.
"Someone just swept the area with extremely powerful spiritual force." Another person poked his head out from his secluded dwelling and glanced outside, but likewise saw nothing.
Dole had no idea how many people his sweep of spiritual force had alarmed.
As he flew, he sensed gazes directed his way—no fewer than fifty of them—and couldn't help feeling a little startled.
In this godforsaken place, there were actually so many experts within a few hundred kilometers. How interesting. His spiritual force had already been exceedingly subtle, yet these people could still sense it? Then again, the area here truly was vast. His spiritual sweep stretched several hundred kilometers out, so when calculated by individual area, there actually weren't that many people.
He directly activated the Wizard Tower and headed deeper inside.
The farther in he went, the closer he drew to the center of the storm. He could see an enormous mass of tempest swirling over the Far North, but fortunately, the storm seemed to have reached a certain stage today and had not fully dispersed outward.
The wind was not particularly strong today, but there was still wind. Mixed with snow, it blew from within, howling as it blanketed heaven and earth.
Dole guided the Wizard Tower forward through the wind currents, seemingly unaffected by the gale.
This range of ice mountains was large enough. He refused to believe he could not find a suitable place to settle.
After entering more than two hundred kilometers, he proceeded sideways along the ice mountain range and, before he knew it, had traveled over a hundred kilometers.
Soon, the ice mountains ahead grew taller and their slopes steeper. Peak after peak stood like