As the spatial ripples dissipated, the figures of Qin Tian and the four appeared in a pure white snowy space.
Beneath their feet was a thick layer of ice, which creaked crisply with each step. The air was filled with a bone-chilling coldness, even more piercing than the wind and snow outside the ruins.
The view stretched wide and empty, with only a towering ice mountain standing in the center, over a hundred meters high, its entire body crystal clear, as if carved from millennia-old Profound Ice. Within the ice layers, one could faintly see the silhouette of a colossal creature, but it was obscured by thick ice, making its specific shape indistinguishable.
And behind the ice mountain, a stone gate, similarly cast from ice, stood quietly, engraved with intricate Ice God Race runes.
