Heaven and Earth were vast and boundless.
"We can definitely find it!" a Feathered Wings Cultivator said resolutely.
As he spoke, he suddenly leapt onto a dark withered tree.
The withered tree was covered in snow, and the snow was crystallized with blood flowers. On the snowy branches, a person hung.
A woman, dead yet naked.
Her body had frozen stiff, her eyes bulging out half an inch, their whiteness resembling that of a ghost's ghastly stare, intensifying the chill in one's heart.
Her figure was extremely beautiful and moving.
Apart from her waterfall-like black hair, her body was flawless and smooth as jade, perfection incarnate.
This figure and proportion had reached an extreme.
She was a genius female cultivator, akin to a fairy, yet died here.
Her snow-white neck was pierced by a tree branch, the vivid blood flowers turned into ice due to the cold, looking like a bright and eye-catching ice sculpture.