The cold wind swept through the vast ice plains, carrying tiny ice shards.
In the heart of the ice plains, a spiritual spring stood quietly.
It was the size of a small lake, with clear and calm waters, like a giant ice mirror reflecting the sky overhead and the surrounding ice peaks.
A faint layer of cold air lingered over the surface of the spiritual spring. This chill was not piercingly cold but carried a pure and gentle spiritual Qi; a single breath would nourish one's organs and dissipate some of the surrounding cold. Around the spiritual spring, tens of thousands of warriors were stationed, dressed in uniform white snow combat suits, holding weapons, and patrolling with the spring as the center.
At the camp's periphery, layers of defensive structures were arranged in an orderly manner. Ice watchtowers stood tall, with sentries keeping watch day and night; even a bird would find it hard to approach, such was the extremeness of their vigilance.
