At the same time, Jiang Fan arrived at another mysterious land through the Gate of the Void.
The moment he reached this place, he immediately felt the biting cold wind.
"What kind of place is this?"
Jiang Fan's pupils contracted.
He felt as if he had come to an icy wasteland, the cold wind around him like countless sharp blades of ice, frantically slicing through this eternally frozen wasteland.
The snow beneath his feet had hardened like iron, each step making a muffled crunching sound, as if the earth was groaning in pain. The snow layer emitted a cold, gray-blue light that not even the sun could pierce, dyeing everything in heaven and earth with a hue of despair.
The ice trees in the distance were the only "life" in this desolation, yet more chilling than death. They did not grow naturally; their branches twisted like frozen lightning, made entirely of translucent ice crystals, as if they might shatter into countless pieces at any moment.
