The precise and frigid polar region seemed to be perpetually blanketed by ancient, unchanging snowfall.
In the next moment, a fierce gale roared to life, and Green Grass City suddenly appeared suspended in mid-air, introducing a whole new variable to this vast, desolate world.
"What a gigantic snowstorm! Hahaha!"
"Pangu Continent, we're back!"
The cheers were filled with excitement, exhilaration, and anticipation.
A pile of white, goose-feather-sized snowflakes plastered themselves onto Lu Yuan's face, yet he couldn't help but join in shouting aloud: "Hey—!"
More people began shouting as well—scientists, engineers, soldiers, everyday citizens—all standing at the mouth of the small cave, their calls rising and falling in waves.
They had emerged alive from the [Ghost]'s domain!
But the voices didn't travel far; the snowstorm was far too violent, quickly scattering all the noise.
