Ning Cheng stood gazing at the distant dawn, motionless for a long time, as if he had once again fallen into a kind of sudden enlightenment.
However, Shen Qinyu increasingly felt the cold. The icy chill around her, like bone-piercing steel needles, continuously stabbed into her body. Despite having Divine Sense and Star Element to resist, she could not entirely dispel this bone-chilling cold.
Her gaze shifted from the dawn, and only then did she notice that the surroundings were an endless plain. No, it should be called an endless ice plain. There were no protruding mountains, not even a raised blade of grass.
Looking at her barely clothed state, Shen Qinyu quickly moved a few meters away from Ning Cheng and took out a tent. She entered and hastily stripped off all her tattered clothes.
After performing a dust-removing technique, Shen Qinyu breathed a sigh of relief. Although her hair had turned to silver strands, the appearance and texture of her skin had not changed much.
