Bitter Cold City stood at the northernmost tip of the Far Northern Land.
Standing atop the stone-built lighthouse, the cultivators could clearly see the auroras drifting to the north, and farther away, the sky and earth that were about to close together.
In their eyes:
The sky was like an upturned bowl, its edges overlapping the earth.
Moreover, as time passed, the two showed signs of fusing together.
What they had to do was stabilize the earth veins here, fill in the earth, and establish spring, summer, and autumn, the directions all around, and even the sun, moon, and stars.
Their work was the same as the work in places like Stone City.
The only difference was:
They were at the northernmost tip of the Far Northern Land, where conditions were more dangerous.
The earth here was only a thin layer, one or two meters deep.
The sky had no sun, moon, or stars, nor any changing seasons; even time did not exist.
Ying Jiaren and the others tried entering the Second-Layer World, the Underworld, and other places, but found they could not enter any of them.
Time in certain areas here was chaotic.
A few days earlier, Ying Jiaren and the others had not even been able to enter the Second-Layer Inner Landscape.
Only yesterday, after enormous banners, pagodas, spears, and other things descended from the sky and pierced the void around Bitter Cold City, could they set foot in the Second-Layer Inner Landscape and establish contact with the outside world.
Only then had Wang Quan managed to contact Ying Jiaren.
Bitter Cold City had a full seventy or eighty thousand legions.
The stronger a legion was, the higher its ranking.
That Ying Jiaren could lead a group to claim the title of Ninth Legion was enough to prove