Two days later, Su Yuan and Situ Qingyin climbed to the top of a certain snow mountain.
The biting cold wind blew, mixed with some flying snow.
Su Yuan and Situ Qingyin looked at the huge ancient city that suddenly appeared ahead, taking a deep breath.
"Is that the ancient city?"
It was a city buried in the snow, with blue brick walls and halls that reached the clouds, stretching out as far as the eye could see. One could imagine it was once a heavily fortified city.
However, at this moment, it was silent, cold, and lifeless, with only the white snow dancing ceaselessly day and night.
"It seems to be an empty city?"
"It probably isn't, just without any 'people.'"
Even here, Su Yuan could vaguely feel a lot of cold and powerful auras emanating from various places in the city.
It seemed that in addition to the flying snow, there might be something else in this ancient city.
"Let's go down and take a look."