After nearly forty years of gradual change, almost two-thirds of Northern Uttarakuru was now covered in frost and snow, while the remaining third was dotted with volcanoes and an inland lake of middling size.
This had originally been the Guantao Realm's inland sea, but in the present Little Cang Realm, it could only be considered an exceedingly large inland lake.
Wang Yi'an swept his gaze over the land below. With his eyesight, he could clearly see the settlements scattered across Northern Uttarakuru.
Cooking smoke curled upward, laughter and chatter carried through the air, and the occasional roar of a Fierce Beast rang out, only to fall silent again soon afterward.
The mountains were steep, the paths treacherous, and wild forests stretched across the wilderness.
The whole vast expanse of Northern Uttarakuru still retained its wildness and primitive character.
It was nothing like the other Three Continents, where numerous cities and even nations had already been established.
Sparse traces of human activity could be found not only in the snowy lands but even around the volcanoes.
Occasionally, he could see figures clad in beast hides hurrying past, treading through the void without the slightest fluctuation of Law Power.
At the sight of these people.
A little nostalgia unwittingly entered his eyes.
"Do you want to go back?"
A warm, gentle voice sounded beside him.
Wang Yi'an froze slightly and turned his head. His father, who was likewise watching those True Martial Practitioners intently, tilted his head slightly and pointed to the land below, a smile rising on his face.
"I mean, go here."
Wang Yi'an's eyes suddenly shone like starlight, but soon dimmed again.
He shook his head slightly, his voice full of hesitation.
"I... perhaps I can't..."
The smile on Wang Ba's face did not change at Wang Yi'an's answer.