Far away in the northernmost ice plains, a region now known to the world as Beiju Luzhou, vast and boundless lands seemed sealed beneath a thick layer of ice, resembling a colossal crystal palace that radiated a chilling, heart-dwarfing cold.
As far as the eye could see, the entire world appeared trapped in an endless, dead silence of glacial imprisonment. Yet amidst this freezing atmosphere, tendrils of dense, black baleful qi drifted through the mountain forests like phantoms. This baleful qi, thick as materialized smoke, permeated every inch of air and sent a creeping shiver down the spine.
Though referred to as mountain forests, the trees growing here bore little resemblance to those commonly seen elsewhere. They were bare, lifeless specimens, entirely devoid of leaves.
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