Upon first entering the Divine Realm, Hong Mingyue thought that the Divine Realm was at least much better than a place like the Ancient Nine Provinces.
But who knew the Northern Territory was a world of ice and snow, miles upon miles of frozen expanse, and it was hard to see flourishing trees and flowers.
The whole year here blows with forest-cold and bone-chilling Gang Wind, quite different from what she imagined.
To nourish a fetus in such a place?
Hong Mingyue felt uneasy in her heart, but considering that this was ultimately the Divine Realm, with a chance to become a God, she suppressed her dissatisfaction.
As she stood in front of the majestic Divine Palace sculpted from ice and snow, Hong Mingyue felt a stirring she could not express.
No wonder it was the palace of the Divine Master; its grandeur was overwhelming, far surpassing even the Marquis Mansion of those days, and even the Daxia Palace was no match for a tenth of it.
