What appeared before Ji Hao’s eyes was a land.
The land was formed from ice, perfectly smooth and flat. The cyan-white ice was clear and transparent, completely flawless, that one could see through it with a single glance. Down below, the boundless land with an unknown thickness had been glowing with a faint cyan-white light, giving a magical peaceful feeling that made Ji Hao feel even his soul wasn’t willing to move at all.
If that were simply an ice land, Ji Hao wouldn’t be so amazed. After all, he had seen too many magical scenes back in Pan Gu world, such as floating lands, mountains, and all kinds of dangerous yet wonderful places. An ice land was far from enough to shock him.
What made Ji Hao largely open his eyes and hold his breath, disabling him from saying any word for quite a while, were things inside the ice land.