The biting cold wind, mixed with dust and sand from the ground, howled past, and although it was daytime, the light was dim as if it were dusk.
The temperature had long dropped below freezing, and on the bare mountain peaks along the way, not to mention beasts, there wasn't even a single bird to be seen.
As far as the eye could see, there was nothing except a ruined road that stretched deep into the mountains.
Zhao Ya, draped in a cloak, looked at all this outside and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
No wonder, despite this land being vast, a powerful force has never formed here over the years.
In such an end-of-the-world-like harsh environment, even slightly weaker psychological resilience could easily spiral into a vortex of sadness and despair, it wouldn't be surprising if one went mad.
So unless completely at the end of their rope, ordinary people would never come to a place like this.
