The millions of cultivators on the frozen Planet left their homes for the first time after they woke up from the cold.
When the cultivators saw that the ground under their feet was covered in endless ice, they were filled with emotion.
When they looked at the starry sky above them, it had become very unfamiliar. It was already the world they were familiar with.
For ten thousand years, no one had come. Who could understand the pain of the frozen cultivators?
Although his hometown was right under his feet, it had long since ceased to exist. Everything only existed in his memories.
The star islands floating in the sky had surrounded the frozen Planet, but now they had become silent.
The cultivators of the star Island above were either struggling on whilst at death's door or had been completely crippled.
In the eyes of the ice-sealed cultivator, he definitely deserved it.
