After boarding the Flying Boat, Yang Fan controlled the boat to keep moving forward. Of course, out of caution, he still concealed the traces of the Flying Boat. Just like that, after speeding across the vast white icefield for most of the day, Yang Fan finally saw towering mountains at the edge of the sky.
After another two or three hours, Yang Fan finally saw the lofty snow peak that Sect Master Yue Liuyun had mentioned, the one that pierced through the clouds.
This peak was not standing alone; the mountains beside it were not low either, but this one was especially tall—so tall it was a little terrifying.
With just a glance, Yang Fan knew this snow mountain was definitely higher than the tallest peak in the mountain range where the Holy Temple was located.
The feeling was like the Kunlun Mountain range on Earth compared to Mount Everest.
