Indeed, Ye Qingtang was unable to connect with the Deity Ocean in her body at all. It was as if all connections were severed because of this cursed land.
In this place where even gods and devils felt despair, Ye Qingtang felt like she was suffocating just by looking around. If she could, she did not want to stay for even a moment longer.
However, she could no longer leave. Even after death, her soul would be suppressed here, never to be reborn.
Endless snowflakes fell from the boundless glaciers. This world was filled with bone-piercing coldness and despair.
Ye Qingtang raised her hand and soon, a red flame appeared in her palm.
Finally, Ye Qingtang felt a warmth that she had not felt in a long time. After her body became warmer, Ye Qingtang did not dare to continue staying still. She was afraid that the blood in her body would freeze, so she had no choice but to continue walking forward.
