"It's a pity, we still don't know where these monsters come from." Qin Tian opened his eyes, a trace of regret flashing in them.
His memories were filled with fragments of battles, but there wasn't the slightest clue about the origins of the monsters.
"Forget it, let's not think about it for now."
Qin Tian shook his head, pushing aside distracting thoughts.
He raised his hand, and the spiritual energy in his body began to surge slightly. The ground suddenly shook, with frozen soil churning as if manipulated by an invisible hand. It wrapped the ice bones of the Ice God Tribe scattered across the plains, burying them back into the earth.
Though he didn't know the exact rituals of the Ice God Tribe, laying the dead to rest was a form of respect for these ancient warriors.
After completing all this, Qin Tian's figure moved, swiftly flying in the direction marked in his memory.
In the memories of the Ice God warriors, there was a treasure in that direction.
