Above the Vast Snowfield, a figure strode through the air atop secret patterns. With every step, he crossed hundreds of miles.
Moreover, faint footprints remained in the Void, their mysterious secret patterns lingering for a long time without fading.
Chu Yang traveled more than a hundred thousand miles before he finally caught sight of some buildings and signs of living beings.
Ninety-nine percent of the Extreme North Land could truly be called an uninhabited zone.
The temperature here was simply too low. Ordinary people had no way to survive, and low-level cultivators would not come here to suffer.
On top of that, this was Ice God Palace territory, so even stronger cultivators rarely came here.
When Chu Yang entered the domain of Ice God Palace, a trace of surprise flashed through his eyes.
Rather than a holy land-level force, this place looked more like a secluded kingdom!
All the buildings used only three main colors: blue, purple, and black. The three hues intertwined across the Vast Snowfield, forming a picturesque scene.
Ice God Palace covered an enormous area, spanning hundreds of thousands of miles. There were not only cultivators here, but also large numbers of ordinary people.
Chu Yang had heard that Ice God Palace had long since become a world unto itself. It usually kept a low profile and rarely acted in the outside world.
The reason seemed to be that Ice God Palace had suffered a great calamity during ancient times, forcing it to recuperate and rebuild.
Chu Yang guessed that the ordinary people here were most likely connected to Ice God Palace disciples in countless ways. Generation after generation had accumulated, and through reproduction, they had eventually formed such a scale.
But whether they were ordinary people or low-level cultivators, all of them relied on Ice God