As far as the eye could see, the ice mountains appeared to stretch for thousands of miles. Bathed in the noon sun, they formed a shimmering, golden line, as if separating the world into two completely different realms.
Song Mingyue gazed at the spectacular scene, her arm linked with Ling Xiao's. She squinted and murmured, "It's so magnificent!"
Most people would never have the chance to come to a place like this in their lifetime, let alone witness such a majestic scene—towering, rolling mountains made entirely of crystal-clear ice!
Large swaths of the ice mountains were covered in thick snow, looking as if they had existed for countless years and exuding an air of desolate antiquity. Ling Xiao also squinted, his eyes fixed on the Adventurers ahead.
