Earth, Parallel World, located in an unknown area of Antarctica.
The vast expanses of ice and snow cover the entire world, leaving almost no traces of human activity here.
Occasionally, at the entrance of Antarctica, you might see a few groups of penguins, seemingly squabbling over cries of "recharge QB" or the like, but at the very center of Antarctica, even the shadows of these creatures have vanished.
Minus 62 degrees, still manageable, no big deal.
Xue Dili exhaled a long breath, the air immediately turning into icy fragments that fell upon the increasingly hardened snow surface.
Now, he too was slowly evolving in a non-human direction—able to backstroke in magma, walk in space, and withstand water pressure thousands of meters deep without oxygen for nearly an hour.
And this very center of Antarctica seemed merely a bit chilly to him.
Perhaps, instead of resisting it, the Void has dulled my sensory nerves?
Xue Dili suddenly had this inexplicable thought.
