"The Method of True Martial... Lifespan... Mana..."
Wang Ba frowned thoughtfully, almost grasping something yet just missing the mark.
Lost in thought, he suddenly shuddered.
Immediately after, he felt the iron vessel below violently rock.
"Hmm?"
Wang Ba was slightly puzzled and promptly rose to push open the door and step outside.
Opening the cabin door, a fiercely cold draft surged in.
A glow naturally emanated from Wang Ba's body, shielding him from the chill.
But he could clearly feel his mana rapidly depleting.
Looking up, he noticed that the grassy Path of North Sea that had been spread out before had disappeared without a trace, replaced instead by a vast expanse of snow plains with no end in sight.
Above, the snowstorm whirled endlessly, day after day, enveloping this land covered in thick ice and snow.
Here, not a single color other than white could be seen.
No trees, and even the mountains were buried by the blizzards of this place.
