Qu Wan'Er's mouth went agape as words no longer came out. She looked around at the surrounding people, and no one seemed to find it shocking. Clearly, this wasn't the first time such a thing happened.
At the moment, the few cultivators who were blown away by the tempest hurried to slide down. They didn't even climb the icy mountain for a few minutes, but if they continued to climb higher, it would get more dangerous.
"No one can confirm whether there's truly a Flower of the True Gods up there. If there isn't and we climb up there, won't we be wasting our efforts?" A female cultivator looked up at the towering icy mountain and lamented. The mountain was so high, that even it's peak could not be seen.
No one responded to her words. Whether or not there was a Flower of the True Gods, they would know it well in their own hearts. Those who chose not to believe it can leave; then there would be one less competitor.
