Eight Ice Palace Mountains enclosed a vast, level clearing. At its center stood the Ice Emperor Palace, fashioned like an iceberg, magnificent beyond compare. It forever radiated seven-colored light, intoxicating the heart and dazzling the mind.
The Ice Emperor Palace's two side doors stood open, and the Ice Clan of First Cold City and Second Cold City slowly filed inside.
The palace's main entrance remained closed. A broad stone-paved road led to it, flanked by a forest of encampments housing the various races.
On the broad road, Fang Yun sat in his wheelchair, his head resting against its back and his eyes narrowed, seemingly dozing.
Behind Fang Yun, seven hundred thousand humans followed closely, heading straight for the Ice Emperor Palace.
On either side of the road, countless Demon Barbarians and Ice Clan members hurled abuse, their curses shaking the heavens. They used the crudest, filthiest slang and profanity from every race and region, ten million times more offensive than ordinary human insults.
The scholars who understood the demon tongue seethed with righteous indignation and longed to curse back, but military discipline was strict on the march. None dared shout abuse.
Amid the curses of more than ten million voices, the seven hundred thousand humans slowly advanced. An indescribable anger accumulated in every heart, growing and growing.
Many clenched their teeth and balled their fists tightly. Even children too young to understand much wore faces blazing with anger.
Unlike most humans, the members of the Zong Family seemed entirely detached. Each wore a cold sneer, not feeling in the slightest that the Demon Barbarians' and Ice Clan's curses targeted them. Many even wished the humans would fail to enter the Ice Emperor Palace, making Fang Yun the greatest laughingstock in the Myriad Worlds.
Among the Ice Clan, a handful of