The cold wind was like Sword Intent, cutting to the bone and piercing the marrow.
As if it were an abyss, the vast ancient atmosphere suddenly rippled after Zhou Yan derived his own Sword Heart, causing heaven and earth to tremble.
It seemed as though the space of the Ice and Snow Sword Origin Pool was about to collapse.
A wave of cold abruptly rose in strength, and the northern wind howled and whimpered as it blew. Zhou Yan's black hair, nearly ten feet long, fluttered with a mournful sound in the wind.
"Judging by the growth rate of my hair, I fear it has been more than three years."
Zhou Yan murmured to himself. Then, he picked up the Silver Snow Sword and communicated with it carefully through his Sword Heart, but still, he could not sense any presence of life.
Though the Silver Snow Sword was brought here, it seemed to still be bound by a powerful energy, which was probably the unique rule of this unique space.
