The wheelchair turned, and Fang Yun's gaze swept over the closed gates, the wall to one side, the ice sculptures beside it, and the supporting columns. At last, his back faced the gates.
In the long corridor of the Ice Emperor Palace, between two rows of ice columns entwined with carved dragons, more than seven hundred thousand people looked toward Fang Yun.
"Keep moving," Fang Yun said.
Officers throughout the ranks issued orders in succession, and the human race advanced in orderly formation.
The Great Scholars and Grand Academicians spread out through the ranks, keeping watch on their surroundings.
The five Demon Kings led by Hu Li surrounded Fang Yun, while two thousand private Star Demon Barbarian soldiers marched in neat formation, guarding their Moon Emperor.
Yan Ningxiao stayed between Fang Yun and the main human column, where he could also keep an eye on Fang Yun.
Like the Ice Emperor Palace itself, the entire corridor was fashioned from peculiar ice.
Within the layers of ice overhead, radiant colors shimmered, as though some wondrous power flowed through them.
Relief carvings covered the walls on both sides. Many scholars studied them closely as they walked. Some with profound attainments in the Painting Way even painted while moving, recording these exquisite works of art for the human race in the hope of leaving something behind after their deaths.
The two rows of dragon-carved ice columns separated the humans from the walls on either side and extended all the way to the end of the corridor.
Ever since entering, Fang Yun had been examining his surroundings, occasionally nodding slightly as he deduced useful information from the architectural style.
Many ordinary people hardly dared breathe. If the Ice Emperor Palace were replaced with a human structure of equivalent standing, it would have to be