As time went on, more and more people began searching for Ling Fei.
Many had even come to Celestial River County.
On this day, a Golden Eagle was flapping its wings in the northern region of the Beichuan Mountain Range, circling high in the Void.
Ling Fei was on the Golden Eagle's back. His gaze swept over the mountain range below.
Below him, the mountain range stretched on endlessly. The farther he looked, the more towering the peaks became.
A chilling Cold Qi permeated the edges of the range, but its depths were a world of ice and snow.
"The Beichuan Mountain Range is like a colossal ice dragon coiled north of Celestial River County. The range stretches for thousands of miles, and the deeper you go, the thicker the Cold Qi gets."
Ling Fei murmured as he gazed at the landscape.
He had once entered the southern region of the Beichuan Mountain Range, and Cold Qi had permeated the air there.
