The Hoth Emperor and the Illuminated the Sea of Blood

Hoth Palace was on a snowy mountain 70,000 miles away from Hoth City. It was snowing all year heavily, freezing heaven and earth. As far as the eye could see, it was a vast expanse of white, frozen ground that had never melted since ancient times.

In front of the palace that was as white as immortal jade, there was an Icecrane standing on one foot.

Although it was carved out of ice, it had always stood there. Even the oldest cultivator in the Hoth Palace had never seen it melt before, let alone know who had created it.

The Supreme Saint core figures of the Hoth Palace were gathered in the main hall.

Qing Yulou sat at the highest position. He wore a pure white fox fur coat, and its face was exceptionally handsome. It looked like a young and gentle scholar. However, even an old cultivator who had cultivated for tens of thousands of years could not help but avoid looking at it.