The entire hall was covered in silverish ice. It was as though it was made entirely of special metals. In this place, a chilling wind was howling and glittering crystals were falling. It was as cold as the two polar caps.
In the middle of the mountain, a location that was isolated from the world, there actually were frightening snowstorms raging that seemed intent to bury all living things!
Lou Cheng subconsciously started circulating his flame force to warm his body. Looking around him, he realised the source of the raging snowstorms were nine separate drawings hanging in different places. They were made of a special material and looked just like cloth or silk and each had a different charm. Some were dark and cold, some were in the form of snow and ice, some were crystal clear while others were a patch of snow white. Together they formed a mystical ice field covered in snow.
