This was indeed a white desert, with nothing but boundless ice plains, no trace of anything else, no life forms at all. There were no fierce Snow Wolves, no penguins which had been encountered along the journey, nor any of the various small animals of the ice plains. There was only a vast expanse of whiteness, an endless ice field, without glaciers or mountains of piled snow. There was only the howling wind, as if it wanted to tear everything here to shreds. Sikong used his Qi Protective Body, and ice had already formed on the crystal coffin behind him.
"Where is the Palace Master?" Sikong looked around.
Had Sikong not heard from his master that Ni Cangtian underwent bitter cultivation at the Antarctic Pole, he would never have imagined anyone could stay in this place for thirty years. Let alone thirty years, even spending one month here seemed impossible to him.
