Three years later.
Cold Frontier.
This was a world blanketed in white. All around, glacial mountain ranges rose from the earth and propped up the heavens, their frigid white stone and azure ice crystals forming an impregnable encircling wall.
They rolled on without end, their ridgelines as though cleaved by blades and axes, jagged fangs interlocking beneath the clear sky. Eternal snow capped their serrated peaks, refracting dazzling light amid countless stellar glimmers and draping the Cold Frontier in dreamlike armor.
The mountains wound onward, plunging all the way to the shores of an icy lake. Their massive bodies sank into the crystalline waters, where deep-blue ice sheets and snow-white boulders intertwined beneath the surface, sketching mysterious patterns.
The ice lake lay cradled among the mountains like a colossal mirror held up by the earth. Its surface was smooth as silk, yet brushed by the fingertips of the wind, sending fine ice fragments rippling across it. The shimmering waves glittered like scattered diamonds.
The lake water held the purest blue, clarity born from glacial immortal aura melting into water, settling through the ages and filtering away every impurity. Its blue was profound, heart-stirring, as though it concealed a hidden path leading into antiquity.
Upon the lake, a lone light boat drifted leisurely, breaking the silence that had endured for ages.
A boat upon the ice lake, a fleeting shadow in the frozen realm.
"Wow..." A little girl lay sprawled over the bow, her eyes wide as she rowed with both oars. It was none other than Little Mu Feng. "Sister Ling, does our Jade Bamboo Continent have snowy scenery like this too? This is all ice-blue Immortal Spirit Qi!"
"None has been discovered for now."
At the center of the boat, a dignified woman gazed into the distance. It was