Snow blanketed everything.
A gigantic ice glacier mountain range divided heaven and earth, resembling an ancient city encased within the cold ice, standing between the sky and the ground.
Cold ice, accumulated snow, the ruins after an ice collapse—all composed a series of scenes at the Time Origin Point.
Here, figures loomed everywhere, with young, handsome men and beautiful women cultivators occasionally descending.
More and more people gathered, with part of the outstanding cultivators from the Upper Plane converging here.
Jiang Yichen's gaze was solemn, his expression cold as he stared at Zhou Yan, then glanced at Xiao Fei beside him and said coldly, "Taoist, this is no joke to make."
"You say you are Lei Yan King, so you are Lei Yan King? That little bastard Zhou Yan, I'd recognize him even if he turned into Tribulation Ash, Taoist, your joke has gone too far!"
