The black snow mountain stands tall and majestic.
At the foot of the mountain, the wind howled, and the black snowflakes of the snow mountain's desolate path danced like falling leaves.
A group of people paused.
"Lord Zhen Yue."
Bakui looked at the world full of dancing black snow, reached out his hand, brushed off the snow on his shoulder, and said apprehensively: "We finally arrived... it really is a demonic place."
"Finally arrived..."
Meng Xiao also sighed softly, not lamenting the length of the journey, but marveling at the grandeur of the snow mountain before him.
Demonic?
He did not think so.
The blessing of Light City allowed him to see a ray of light in the darkness. In this world, there is no true eternal darkness, just as there is no pure light... the darker it is, the more a hint of light mixes in as an impurity.
This snow mountain cuts the Duolu River in half... after accumulating countless frost and snow, it has become a gathering place of "calamity."
