The cold wind was violent and the candle flames swayed intensely. It carried an indescribable coldness that permeated the air.
The ground instantly froze and the surrounding vegetation was covered in frost. The flames of the three candles also changed color to green.
There were also murmurs in the air.
It was impossible to hear what they were saying. It was as though countless people were whispering. These voices entered Xu Qing's mind, causing his mind to shake. In the distance, fog rose.
The fog came very suddenly, as though it had appeared out of thin air. Its range grew larger and larger until it filled a certain area and covered the trees in the jungle.
After that, a city appeared in the fog.
The walls of this city were gray and all the buildings inside were gray. From the style, it exuded an ancient feeling, as though an ancient city buried in history had reappeared in the human world.
The city… was extremely lively.
