In the eyes of many powerhouses, such foundations were unfathomable.
At the northwest land of the Ice Spirit Continent.
A rather sinister-looking ice mountain that was covered by ice spikes rose from the ground. A layer of thick ice covered the mountain's peak and gave off an icy-blue glow. It reflected a cold and icy light when the sun shined on it.
A black-robed figure stood with his hands behind his back on the icy peak. He lifted his head a little, revealing a profile with a sharp chin. From that angle, he appeared to be very determined. He had a pair of pitch-black eyes that were as deep as the night. Vicissitude seemed to swirl in those eyes as if they had experienced reincarnation before.
