"What a fool. What can he do without the Sun Stone? Even if he has Cold Resistance, he won't be able to withstand the cold enough to train properly." The disciples of the Sun God's Temple shook their heads at the handsome man who refused to heed their warning.
"Forget it. There will always be arrogant people like that."
"I doubt we'll ever see him again."
Unbeknownst to the disciples, the handsome man—Yuan—had no need for their Sun Stone. With the power of the Primordial Phoenix flowing within him, the cold of White Hell posed no threat. No matter how frigid its depths, his True Primordial Fire could easily protect him.
As Yuan crossed into the first region, he officially stepped into White Hell. The outer region stretched out as endless white plains buried beneath layers of snow. The drifts were so deep that walking on the ground was impossible, and only by flying through the skies could one traverse the land.
