The Northern Continent of the Saint Burial Realm was a stark, unforgiving expanse of jagged ice floes and eternal blizzards.
Here, the spiritual Qi didn't just flow; it bit at the skin with the cold of a thousand winters. Ordinary Cultivators would find it hard to use their full power in this place, as the place seems to be restricting them.
Of course, this is limited to the furthest north, while the rest of the continent, albeit cold, remained mostly habitable.
At this moment, in the heart of the few habitable land of this continent, the Northern Branch of the Conferred Pagoda stood like a defiant obsidian spear piercing the grey sky.
Just then, the space in the central courtyard rippled, a tear of violet light manifesting before solidifying into three figures.
Shen Haoran stepped out first, his new midnight-blue robes seemingly immune to the howling wind.
