On another continent, countless tens of thousands of miles beyond the far north of the Desolate Moon Continent, lay a vast icy plain of snow and frost.
There stood tens of millions of snow-capped mountains that pierced the heavens, rising at varying heights. It was said that all life within had been extinguished, and that cultivators who entered never returned.
The ground there was riddled with ice chasms tens of thousands of feet deep, ravines crisscrossing and splitting open like enormous abysses. Snowflakes the size of fists drifted endlessly down from the sky.
The entire world remained gloomy and gray year-round. From time to time, thick scarlet arcs of lightning flashed through the air, mingling with the falling snow before striking down.
They bloomed across the land like flowers scattering everywhere, flashing and leaping amid the thick white snow and crystalline ice, transforming into bouncing crimson spirit sprites.
Li Yan stood before two towering peaks that vanished into the clouds. This was outside a gorge formed by the mountains, and from here, he could sweep the scene within using his Divine Sense.
Li Yan could see enormous snowflakes and lightning roaring past in the gale. Yet even when his Divine Sense extended a thousand or ten thousand li, he still could not glimpse the end.
Li Yan had traveled here all the way from the Desolate Moon Continent. He had not spent the entire journey within turbulent spatial currents, where he could not fly at full speed.
He had to remain vigilant at every moment against dangerous places within the turbulent spatial currents, such as black holes and spatial fragments.
Along the way, he had encountered quite a few Nascent Soul cultivators undergoing trials, even Spirit Transformation cultivators, as well as all manner of meteor beasts.
He had slain quite