The vast dimness seemed endless, with decaying moss and soil frozen into a sheet of frosty silver.

Now, not even the living dead remained here. The cold had stolen the last warmth, leaving lifelike ice sculptures. The wind blew away the silver dust from the sculptures, remnants of the battle between the Moon Phoenix and over forty Celestial warriors.

Ying Bing felt a sense of bewilderment rising in her heart.

"Zzz—"