Right now.
A shadowy figure appeared in the extreme north.
Here, the temperature was even lower, reaching the ultimate bone-chilling cold!
Colder than the ice plains, by a long shot!
I'm afraid even Void God Realm experts would find it impossible to move an inch here.
No way anyone could linger in this place!
But.
The phantom of a man in white robes was walking here like a stroll in the park, as relaxed as if out for a morning jog.
Even though, compared to the ice plains of the extreme north, the temperature here was even worse.
Yet the spiritual energy was overflowing!
The spiritual energy here was so thick it was practically tangible, sticky as syrup.
Hell, it had even condensed into visible spiritual goo you could see with your own eyes!
And this was the absolute depths of the extreme north!
In the Desolate Region, barely anyone would ever come this far.
The white-robed man had arrived here.
Drawn by some mysterious aura.
