He Ao slowly moved forward, crossed the accumulated snow and stood at the summit of the snow mountain.
He looked down, seemingly seeing the continuous mist covering the snow mountain below.
He raised his head, looking at the clouds and sky above.
The fierce winds blew across his body, bringing with it continuous snow.
Here, it's the closest place in the whole world to the sky.
The entire peak was extraordinarily empty, not a single person was there.
"The prophecy failed? Or was I tricked?"
After a brief pause, He Ao raised his head and tentatively called out, "Director?"
The fierce wind and snow muffled his voice, the clouds in the sky continued to roll as usual, with no response or any strange phenomenon appearing, as if nothing had happened.
After a moment of reflection, He Ao raised his hand again, and the surrounding wind and snow quickly condensed into ice blocks, gathering in front of him to form a line of ice sculpture text.
