"Woo—woo—"
The cold wind swept up the snow on the ground, striking Zhao Douan's face. Even though he was already a half-step Celestial cultivator, unafraid of hot or cold, he still shivered involuntarily. It felt as if he had crossed a seasonal boundary, from early summer into the depths of winter.
In front of him lay a thick expanse of snow-covered tundra, vast to the point of having no visible boundaries. Only the forest of hardy trees like pines and firs stood ahead, seemingly towering over the entire path forward. They stood silently in this tranquil world, as if they had existed for countless ages.
"Is this the Mubei Forest?" Tuoba Weizhi's dark eyes returned to normal as the Priestess, who had emerged from the golden gate, curiously surveyed this icy world. To her, after being trapped in the La Garden for six hundred years, this journey was truly an eye-opener. In just a few days, she had traversed the Capital, sailed the sea, and now reached the far northern lands.
