The sky was azure, like a vast crystal, untainted by a single impurity. A gentle breeze blew by, bringing with it the fresh scent of flora, filled with boundless life.
The northern region was monotonous and dull, devoid of vitality; the land was crimson red for hundreds of thousands of miles without a trace of human habitation, desolate and bleak, with no birds to be seen.
Now, it had entered the depths of winter. Snow drifted across a million miles, draping the land in silver—a vast expanse of white.
At this moment, the environment Ye Fan found himself in was vastly different. Spring had arrived with blooming flowers, the scenery was poetic and picturesque, birds chirped sweetly, and various animals occasionally appeared.
He had left the northern region and arrived in a vibrant world. Everything was pleasing to the eye; the thriving aura of life made his spirits optimistic and cheerful.
"Damn dog..." Ye Fan cursed aloud.
