Below was the Yellow Springs, above was the extreme cold.
The extreme cold was the land of extreme cold that people talked about. Many people thought that the land of extreme cold was the same as the Yellow Springs of Hell, that it was a myth. But what they did not know was that the Yellow Springs of Hell did not exist. After all, no one had been there, and even if they did, there was no way to report back. But the land of extreme cold really did exist. It was just that it was difficult for ordinary people to find and reach safely.
The average temperature here was fifty degrees Celsius, and the lowest temperature was seventy degrees Celsius. Once the temperature reached a certain degree, it was not suitable for human habitation. Therefore, on this isolated and unknown land of glaciers, you could not see any other humans. Even some cold-resistant animals and plants were rare.
Snow!
The entire world was covered in snow!
A world covered in ice and snow should be bright, or even dazzling. But the color of the sky here was dusky. It was covered in fog all year round, as if it was covered by a huge gray curtain.
Because the weather was too cold, even the fog in the air was frozen, and there was a slight feeling of being cut apart.
Crack —
Crack —
Crack —
A tall man covered in animal fur walked step by step in the snow. Every step he took would leave a deep hole in the world of ice and snow. Behind him, there was a long row of footprints. Those footprints looked lonely, just like their owner.
His eyebrows were covered in ice, and his eyes were as cold as ice.
His hair was loose and knotted, and he looked like a wild man in the wilderness. No, he looked even worse than a wild man in the wilderness. Because he could not remember how long it had been since he last combed his hair. His full beard protected his mouth and nose, and it did have the effect of resisting the cold.
The man held a long spear over ten feet long in his hand. The tip of the spear dragged in the snow, making a rustling sound, as if the owner of the spear did not have the strength to carry it.
Either they return home, or the Snow Empire will be buried!
This was what the old drunkard Mo Qingdi had said when he left Swallow Dock. It was not some heroic speech, nor was it to cut off a path of retreat to encourage himself — he did not need this.
Too many things had happened in Swallow Dock, and the Fang family was in danger.
Fang Yixing, whom he regarded as his elder brother, had died tragically. Fang Yan was deeply affected and was unable to recover, so he decided to observe mourning for three years.
Mo Qingdi knew that Fang Yan made such a decision out of guilt.
He blamed himself for being a step too slow and not being able to bring his father back from the ambush in time.
How could he not feel guilty?
The enemy had already come to their doorstep. As the former Hua Xia Azure Dragon, as a member of the Fang Family, there was nothing he could do. When he arrived with his silver spear, all he saw was the scene of Fang Yan holding Fang Yixing's corpse and wailing. How could he not feel sad?
He could have been faster. He could have saved them from this disaster in the past.
However, because the meridians in his body were broken, it was difficult for him to use his energy.
Having a mountain of treasures but being unable to use them, how cruel was this feeling for a former king level figure?
Therefore, Mo Qingdi prepared a generous gift and went to see the Medicine Addict, asking him to check his pulse.
The Medicine Addict's prescription was to use the rare blood of the Ice Dragon to heal Mo Qingdi's broken meridians. Although the Ice Dragon liked the cold, its body belonged to the fire attribute. Its blood was like fire. Drinking it could make one's blood boil and cure all kinds of diseases.
However, even the Medicine Addict only deduced from the records in the medical books that there was a possibility of finding the Ice Dragon in the Land of Extreme Cold. As for what the Ice Dragon looked like and what its habits were, he had no idea.
Mo Qingdi still made his choice.
He chose to believe in the Medicine Addict and agreed to his harsh conditions. He came to this Land of Extreme Cold alone with his spear.
Instead of living like a useless person, it was better to die far away from the crowd.
This was Mo Qingdi's persistence, his last pride.
Mo Qingdi had been here for more than three years, maybe even longer. Anyway, he could not remember clearly.
There was no day or night here. Whether it was day or night, the sky was always gray. When it snowed, it would be slightly brighter. Fortunately, it snowed frequently here. Mo Qingdi called the time when it snowed as his' day '. It was also his time to move around.
Because it had just snowed heavily, the snowy ground was a vast expanse of whiteness. Nothing could be seen.
Not even the tiny footprints of animals could be seen.
Hiss, hiss, hiss —
There was the faint sound of something hissing, but it was almost inaudible in the howling wind.
However, it could not escape Mo Qingdi's ears.
Mo Qing Di stopped in his tracks and stood still on the spot.
Just then, a snow-white object broke through the thick layer of snow and sprang up from the ground. It lunged towards Mo Qing Di's exposed palm and bit at it.
A Flame Rat!
A rat that had mutated in an extremely harsh environment. Their black fur had turned red, and their black skin had turned white. They looked very cute.
However, perhaps because of the lack of resources in the Land of Extreme Cold, they were greedy and bloodthirsty. They would not let go of any prey that could become their food. They did not like to live in the ice and snow, but in the volcanic areas of the Land of Extreme Cold. It was a volcano, also covered in ice and snow, but at least the rocks and soil there could give them some warmth.
For a long time, Mo Qingdi survived by eating this kind of Flame Rat. Later, Mo Qingdi discovered a kind of Snow Snake. After it was frozen, it was cut with a knife, and its meat was even more delicious and tender.
Humans needed something to eat. Even if you were Hua Xia, the Azure Dragon was no exception.
Mo Qingdi was no stranger to this kind of rat. He had countless experiences in dealing with this kind of Flame Rat.
Therefore, when the Flame Rat jumped up and bit his arm, he suddenly let go of the gun in his hand. Then, with a flip of his wrist, the Flame Rat that weighed one kilogram was caught in the palm of his hand.
He gently pressed down with his thumb, and the Flame Rat's neck gave off a crisp sound before it was broken by him.
With practiced movements, Mo Qing Di tossed the mouse into the mixed grain sack that he always carried with him. Then, with a flick of his foot, the handle of the spear that was about to fall into the snow flew up into the air and was caught by Mo Qing Di in his hand.
Just like before, he dragged the spear forward again.
Thirsty to drink snow water, hungry to eat Snow Snakes and Flame Rats, trapped in an ice cave. He lived on with determination.
Day after day, year after year. This was the state of his daily life.
He did not know what the Ice Dragon looked like, and he did not know where the Ice Dragon was.
Therefore, the only thing he could do was to 'search'.
Like a lonely ghost in this land of extreme coldness, he walked through all the places that he had not been to before.
Rumble —
A thunderous sound came from afar.
Mo Qingdi's expression froze. He stood still and looked into the distance.
In the few years that he had been here, it often snowed in this land of extreme coldness, but there had never been thunder or lightning.
Because everyone knew that this kind of sound could bring about a terrible consequence: a chain of avalanches.
Once the avalanches spread out for thousands of miles, it would be a disaster.
Even Mo Qingdi, the Azure Dragon, did not have the confidence that he could run thousands of miles in such a harsh environment. The key was that his speed was faster than the speed of the glacier.
That was a power that even the gods could not contend against. Mo Qingdi had to be careful.
He waited for a while, but the rumbling sound did not come again.
This gave Mo Qingdi a little peace of mind.
A gust of wind blew over. There was a strange yet familiar scent in the wind.
Mo Qingdi frowned. Holding his spear, he ran back in the direction he came from.
He smelled danger!
Rumble —
A sound that was more deafening and longer than before rang out again. It was as if a sleeping beast had just awakened and was declaring its sovereignty over this territory to the outside world.
Bang —
A plume of black smoke rose into the sky, and then a fiery red rainbow spread across the sky.
No, that was not a real rainbow, it was a rock oar that erupted from a volcano.
The colorful boiling substances dispersed in the sky, incinerating all the snow and mist that came into contact with them.
They fell from the sky with billowing white smoke, and then collapsed in all directions.
They were demons of the human world, and nothing could stop them.
The place where they landed became a deep pit. The pit grew larger and larger, and expanded to the surrounding area.
Crack, crack —
The sound of ice breaking came from the high mountains, and then large chunks of ice and snow rolled down towards the flat tundra. With the force of Mount Tai, they were about to destroy all living things that stood in their way.
Mo Qingdi smelled the sulfur in the air in advance, so he ran in time, and at the most crucial moment.
Based on the area he was in, if he did not turn and run in advance, he might have been swallowed by the volcanic rocks that fell from the sky.
Mo Qingdi ran very boldly, running with all his might.
He ran like a wild beast with disheveled hair.
Of course, there would be beasts who would not accept that he was a wild beast.
This was because while he was madly running, a snow-white dog-like object actually surpassed his speed. It opened its mouth and stuck out its tongue as it ran in front of him with a whizzing sound.
"An ice dragon?" Mo Qingdi's eyes brightened, and the pores on his body became transparent.
Although he had never seen a real ice dragon, not even a picture of one, he knew in his heart that this was the ice dragon he had been searching for.
All his efforts seemed to have paid off. Even at this critical moment of life and death, Mo Qingdi was still grateful to the heavens.
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