The vast snow-capped peaks, their heights seemingly touching the sky.
Chen Xu stepped onto them, and for a moment, he was surrounded by pure white; everywhere he looked was a sea of white snow. The cold wind blew, chilling to the bone, yet imbued with a kind of transcendent, ethereal spiritual energy.
Just a gentle sniff made one feel a sense of intoxication.
This was the grandeur of nature's power, a realm difficult for mere mortals to tread.
Chen Xu traversed one treacherous mountain path after another—
Some places had no roads at all, only sheer cliffs, bone-chilling cold, or deep, dark abysses.
Fortunately, Chen Xu possessed the Wind Summoning Skill, allowing him to traverse the winds, crossing dangers as if ascending a celestial ladder.
Looking back at the path he had taken, all the precipitous terrains were hidden in the vast clouds and mist, while looking down at the vast plains below the snow peaks, he saw a thousand miles of fertile land stretching like a chessboard.
