Earth.
The Northern Continent.
The Northern Continent of today was vastly different from the Northern Territory as the Bronze People had once called it.
Every place covered by the Winter Calamity was called the Northern Continent.
That description was not actually wrong.
Although the Winter Calamity had spread from both the North and South Poles, there were not actually many living beings in the Southern Hemisphere.
Back in the Northern Territory.
Heavy snow swirled through the air.
A party clad in thick clothing trudged across the land blanketed by winter.
Among them were beings of every race.
They had only one destination: the land of the Mount Tai Divine Court.
The members of this party were all quite powerful, all experts of the Potion System. Most were at the emperor-rank second step, with a few supreme experts at the emperor-rank third step.
Their leader was a middle-aged man wearing a golden-yellow cloak over a suit of knightly armor patterned with a Golden Crow, with a silver-white greatsword on his back.
The Church of Haotian Shangdi revered gold, believing it to be the most supreme and precious color between heaven and earth.
Since Jiang Yang's Divine Power manifested as gold, his believers naturally followed his example.
Amid the wind and snow, the middle-aged man leading them had a weather-beaten face, but his gaze was utterly resolute.
They were members of the church who had come from the Northern Territory Holy City.
Along the way.
Behind the middle-aged man, a young knight likewise wearing a golden-yellow cloak asked worriedly.
"Grand Commander, they say His Majesty Haotian hasn't sent down an oracle in fifteen hundred years. Will we receive His Majesty's blessing on this journey to the Mount Tai Divine Court?"
His words were not without reason. Ever since Jiang Yang had entered