A dead person needs their body placed in an ice vault to remain uncorrupted for a long time.
But why would a living person who isn't dead put themselves in an ice and snow-laden Divine Temple and stay for hundreds of years?
This was the first question that arose in Lu Xiaofeng's mind upon being brought into the God-searching Palace.
He never imagined that the God-searching Palace was hidden underground, deep in a dense forest, guarded by a group of big men who appeared like living dead.
And after passing through a long corridor, there was another world of snowy landscape—an underground architectural complex adorned with ice sculptures, the temple exuding an illusory cold aura.
A large number of expressionless people were kneeling in a worship-like manner toward the direction of the curtain at the end of the temple, as if the person within was the most esteemed existence both above and below heaven.
