In the Far North, the harsh environment tested everyone at every moment.
Temperatures below minus one hundred degrees Celsius, endless ice and snow, and bitter winds constantly sapped travelers' strength and warmth, keeping most humans from setting foot in this paradise for soul beasts.
Besides the difficulty of traveling, humans here also faced problems with food and drinking water. For ordinary Spirit Masters, even those with a Storage Soul Tool, food would freeze into solid lumps the instant they took it out of the Soul Tool. Even chewing became an ordeal, and swallowing a mouthful left their entire bodies chilled through.
Drinking water was even worse. The water they brought was impossible to drink: it froze the moment they took it out, leaving them unable to pour it from their waterskins. Most humans who came to the Far North could only dig snow from the ground and hold it in their mouths to quench their thirst.
These layers of hardship were enough to make ninety-nine percent of humanity shrink back at the sight of this region.
Fortunately, Yang Ming belonged to that remaining one percent. Using the power of his domain to shut out the extreme cold, he kept his food and water readily available.
Only with ample food and water could he remain in peak condition to face the challenges ahead.
The Titan Snow Demon King's shoulders were as broad as a stretch of city wall. With nothing else to do, Yang Ming simply started having hot pot with Wang Qiu'er and Zi JI.
Blanched beef tripe coated in vivid red chili oil, then dipped into a prepared sauce, had a flavor all its own amid this world of ice and snow. It nearly made the Titan Snow Demon King, an inexperienced glutton, weep with craving.
Unfortunately, Yang Ming