The Cold Realm, freezing and bone-chilling.
Once, someone nearly became an Immortal but was struck by disaster. The Taiyin Origin spread, freezing this Minor Thousand World. Even after tens or even hundreds of thousands of years, it remains bone-chilling cold.
However, life is always so resilient.
Apart from the central area where snow falls thousands of miles, freezing the Ice-Sealed Ancient Tribe, the distant edges are long devoid of snowflakes. Yet, the ground remains hard and cold, and in such an environment, some vegetation stubbornly emerges.
This is a mountain range, peak after peak, majestic and tall.
Coming here is like stepping into a mythical era, where each mountain peak is so towering, as if it is a place for Immortals to cultivate quietly, though regrettably too serene.
