What hit him face-first was a chilling wind of terror he'd never experienced before.
When Chaichuang returned to his senses, he was already standing beneath a towering high peak, looking up, he could gaze at that magnificent and tragic halo.
Like the aurora dancing in the sky, occupying the sky dome, it effortlessly dyed everything with its colors.
He had never seen such a majestic peak before.
Dangerous yet sublime…
When it appeared in front of him, nothing else in the world existed, because it was the axis of heaven and earth.
Even though it was so cold, he couldn't feel fear.
Because within his chest burned an unpredictable flame of terror, dispelling the insignificant cold, burning his eyes red, urging him forward.
To challenge this perilous peak that had already buried countless corpses.
No matter how many screams accompanied gaunt bodies, falling from the sky, splattering into flesh beside him… the flying blood landed on his face, bringing an enticing sweet fragrance.
