The fragrance of the flower was faint. If it weren't for Xu Lai's astonishingly acute senses, he probably wouldn't have been able to smell it at all.
It's the Snowflower.
Xu Lai squinted. In this world of ice and snow spanning a million-li radius, there was only this single flower. No wonder the scent of the Snowflower, mingled with the wind, posed such a great threat to cultivators.
Those three flowers had survived for nearly an entire cycle of samsara, which was one hundred epochs, witnessing one hundred cultivators of the Emperor Realm. Therefore, Xu Lai could accept any peculiarity from the Snowflower; after all, the Immortal Domain knew nothing about them.
Xu Lai took a step.
From four hundred thousand li away from the Snowflower, the distance shortened to three hundred thousand.
Two hundred thousand.
One hundred thousand.
