The rolling snow waves covered vast expanses of greenery.
Some of the leaves, imbued with spirituality, emitted a bluish-green glow beneath the snow.
A figure in a white Daoist robe took out a compass and stood silently before the snowy mountains.
At this moment, there wasn't the slightest shadow on the compass. His brow furrowed deeply, while his other hand tightly clenched the Spirit Diagram without realizing it.
Then, as if he thought of something, he directed the compass toward the distant wilderness.
However, the two streams of spiritual light on the compass continued to leave no trace.
All traces of the spiritual light had been destroyed by the self-exploding array. Even if it hadn't been destroyed, the spiritual might from the avalanche had spread out, making it impossible to find anything.
His body stepped back into the flying ship once again.
