The violent snowstorm blew ceaselessly, hitting Bu fang's face with huge pieces of snow.
This entire heaven and earth seemed to have become a patch of white haze, completely blurring a person's vision.
This sort of snowstorm was like the will of the Great Path. Even with Bu Fang's current cultivation, he found it difficult to walk steadily into the snowstorm.
It made people shiver a little.
Bu Fang furrowed his brows, continuing on.
The snow on the ground had already piled to a thick layer. With every step, half of his leg would burrow into it.
Bu Fang's mind was very alert. According to what Empress Bi Luo said, God Vanishing Mountain was incomparably dangerous, so he needed to be careful and vigilant. After all, this was the place where many unparalleled existences fell.
