After eating and drinking their fill, Feng Wuchen and his group continued on their journey.
Along the way, many cultivators heading towards Xuanbing Valley could be seen, with even some at the forced Tiandi Realm.
"Are so many people going to their deaths?" Dong Zhantian muttered under his breath.
Zhang Junlan frowned slightly, saying, "So many people going to such a dangerous place, it seems it is indeed a cultivation treasure ground, and not all are of the Ice Attribute."
"Do you see that grand peak up ahead? That's Xuanbing Valley," Long Qing said with a smile.
Ahead in the distance, a vast, majestic snow-white peak hovered in the sky, shrouded in mist, appearing and disappearing.
Liu Qingyang and the others all turned their gaze towards the distant Xuanbing Valley, which grew larger as they approached.
Upon feeling the cold air emanating from Xuanbing Valley, Feng Wuchen and his group stopped in their tracks.
