Wind and snow at night.
A young man walks alone.
His black hair has long been covered by white snow.
Ye Xuan did not use mana to dispel it.
This seemingly ordinary snow actually harbors unimaginable curse power within.
It cannot be dispelled easily.
If dispelled along the way, his mana would have long been exhausted.
Anyhow, Ye Xuan has already absorbed so much curse power, so when these snowflakes fall on him, they at most make him feel a bit cold without any other changes.
He flies over a glacier and catches sight of a vast white mountain range ahead.
A faint light within seems to echo with Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan sees that scene and can't help but show a slight smile.
"Finally found it."
Ye Xuan heaves a sigh of relief in his heart.
Earlier, he thought placing the Silence Immortal Wheel in this Death Netherworld was safe, but after learning some truths about Death Netherworld from the Curse Tree, he couldn't help but feel some anxiety.
Only now does Ye Xuan finally relax.
