In the northern region, the temperature difference between day and night was significant. The moonlight was chilly, and the cold bit into the bones.
On the horizon, a few mystical white figures were ethereal and flickering, like Daoist saints, flying away into the sky.
Ye Fan disappeared with each step, leaving over a dozen phantom images on the vast land. He pursued them for a great distance but caught nothing. He stood in the night, gazing at the boundless Starry Sky.
What were those things? he wondered. The white figures had disappeared into the vast night sky, never to be seen again.
"Yaochi Immortal," the Black Emperor replied.
"Immortal?" Ye Fan didn't understand.
Immortals, to cultivators, were elusive and unreal. Although there were legends of their existence, there was no evidence. Even accounts recorded in Ancient Books could not withstand scrutiny.
"It's hard to explain." The Black Emperor shook its head.
