The Extreme North was, as far as the eye could see, an endless expanse of white. Occasionally, sunlight lost its way and scattered over the ice plains, casting a layer of golden radiance across this white world, decorating the ice plains like glazed crystal.
Snow Mountains towered upright, and snowflakes drifted down through their narrow crevices, adding another new coat to the snow-covered ground that had not melted for years.
Zhao Li and his companion had already been walking through it for more than half a month. Apart from a very small number of ice-attribute Magical Beasts, they had not seen a single living thing.
A thousand mountains, no birds in flight; ten thousand paths, no human trace.
This line of poetry was the true portrayal of this place, and it was even more extreme than what the poem described.
This was not Zhao Li's first time in the Extreme North. Back when he had "seen" what seemed to be the existence of the Outer Realm Evil Race here while in Starfall Pavilion, he had kept this place in mind. Later, after his Cultivation Level improved, he had come to investigate once. At this point, it would not be wrong to call this a return to an old place.
But when he came back then, he had not gone deep into the Snowfield. He had only swept through it once with his Soul Power, so he had not felt it this strongly at the time.
Now that he had come here again, he had a feeling that heaven and earth had fallen silent, as though this entire region had already been abandoned by the world.
Half a month!
Ye Yunsheng and Zhao Li had already been walking through the snowy ice plains for more than half a month!
Although their