More than half a month later.
The far north of Douluo Continent...
This is a frozen and mysterious land. It is covered with ice and snow all year round, and everything as far as the eye can see is covered with silver.
The biting cold wind whizzed past like a knife, blowing up the snowflakes all over the sky and dancing wildly in the air.
The huge glaciers rise and fall like a sleeping dragon, exuding a cold and majestic atmosphere.
The ice peaks tower into the clouds, and the steep cliffs shine with a cold blue light, as if they are masterpieces carved by nature out of ice and snow.
On the ground, the hard ice reflects the dazzling light under the sunlight, making it almost impossible to open your eyes.
The extremely cold air seems to freeze everything. Even the sound seems to be frozen here, and the silence is so frightening.
The lake has also been frozen into a huge ice mirror, as smooth as stone, as if it can reflect the vicissitudes and mystery of the entire Far North.
A gourd baby was walking on the snow, looking a little miserable. A child wearing a green leaf skirt and a small green gourd on his head was walking on the snow.
This is exactly the fourth baby.
The cold wind in the far north is like a sharp whistle, whistling crazily.
The flying snow flying all over the sky was like countless cold silver needles, piercing Siwa's body.
Every time he took a step, he had to struggle to pull his legs out of the thick snow, and the snow had reached his knees.
The surroundings were pale, without any sign of life.
The mountain peaks in the distance were tightly wrapped in snow, like huge ice sculptures, cold and ruthless.
The gloomy sky seems to be pressing above the head, making people feel extremely depressed.
Siwa's green leaf skirt was shaking violently in the cold wind, as if it would be torn apart at any time.
His little face was red from the cold, his lips were purple, and his eyebrows and hair were covered with frost.
The small green gourd is also covered with a thin layer of snowflakes, losing its former vitality and vitality. He walked forward alone, the snow under his feet making a "crunching" sound.
Every gust of cold wind passing by could penetrate his clothes and take away the remaining warmth from his body.
In this ice and snow, Siwa looked so small and fragile, but his eyes still shone with determination.
While trudging through the snow, Siwa murmured to himself:
“I have experienced so much in the past half month.”
"After being separated from the brothers, we all have to go to various places to complete the assessment alone. It's really uncomfortable."
"I don't know where they have gone or how they are doing."
Siwa was no exception. Several great god kings said that there was a fire god in the far north, so he came over without hesitation.
On the way, I had to eat and sleep in the open air, and I didn’t know how much hardship I suffered. But Siwa knew in his heart that this was what he had to experience.
He took a deep breath, and the white breath instantly dissipated in the cold.
He secretly vowed in his heart: His brothers are also working hard on their own, and he cannot fall behind.
Although he didn’t know where this inheritance was specifically, he believed that as long as he kept looking, he would be able to gain something.
It’s just that this far north is too cold and desolate, and I don’t know what will be waiting for the fourth child.
But in order to obtain the Vulcan inheritance and get together with his brothers, father and mother, no matter how difficult it is, he will not back down.
Siwa gritted his teeth and continued to walk forward in the wind and snow.
Siwa looked up at the white everything in front of her, frowned, and said to herself:
"This vast white expanse is boundless, where should I start looking?"
"The God-Kings only said that it is in the far north. This far north is too big, but they did not tell me the specific location."
(End of Chapter)