Crack…
The whole area, a hundred miles around, is sealed in ice.
In the world, snow and wind fill the air, blowing relentlessly.
The Holy Moon Sect has inherited for countless years, yet perhaps this is the first time it has been invaded and sealed by such a great snowfall.
In the distance, seated above, a woman recognizes this ice and snow Dao, a look of shock flashing across her face.
This wind, this snow, is not just cold; it's piercing to the bone.
This wind, this snow, is clearly different from ordinary snow and wind.
Rather than calling this a land of snow and wind, it might be more apt to name it a terrifying snow and wind prison.
The ice sculptures, lifelike, and the figures frozen within cold ice make the snow-filled land seem like a haunted Netherworld Cold Prison.
Yet within this cold prison, there exists a hint of Sword Dao's strength and ferocity.
It is indescribable, the feeling that an unparalleled sword has shattered this Netherworld Cold Prison.
