Snow.
Thick snow.
Ice frost covered the vault door at the end of the corridor, and Bi Fang reached out to touch the wall, feeling the snowflakes that had crystallized into ice. An astonishing chill traveled from his fingertips to the palm of his hand as if it intended to freeze his blood.
When Bi Fang pulled his hand away, his fingertips had frozen to the frost, leaving behind remnants of fractured ice crystals, a layer of white cold frost.
The temperature here was even lower than the outside.
Behind this frost-covered iron door lay the real seed warehouse.
A series of checkpoints had made everyone realize what true layered defense was.
The iron door swung open, and visible cold frost drifted out. The cold wind poured into the tunnel, causing Bi Fang to squint his eyes. After a moment, when the light and shadows became clear, he could finally see the true scene within this Noah's Ark.
Vast.
Incredibly vast.
Like a giant warehouse.
