Ice Plateau Pulling Coffin.
It had already gone far away.
The blizzard never ceased, leaving only Lin Feng alive.
All others had perished.
He held the Bronze Mirror in his hand, the indescribable sadness in his heart taking a long time to disperse.
He touched his face
and realized it was already covered in tears.
"What's happening to me?"
Lin Feng murmured.
It seemed that the Bronze Mirror had conveyed endless sadness to him.
This sadness
made him feel pain.
Lin Feng did not stay, he flew towards the distance.
Not until the next day
did the violent snowstorm somewhat subside.
One could see quite a number of Cultivators in the Ice Plateau.
Not long after, in a world of glaciers, an ancient treasure appeared.
It was a small bell the size of a palm, frozen within a huge block of ice.
This caused a huge uproar, many Cultivators engaged in a fiercely unparalleled collision here.
Boom boom boom...
The battle raged continuously, the participating Cultivators.
