A wisp of Chi Huo ignited between his eyebrows, crackling softly but inconspicuously. Under the blow of the cold wind, it almost blended into the same pale white as the snowy mountains.
"Is the 'Lamp of Sorrow' buried in such a place..."
Gu Shen furrowed his brows, deep in thought.
It was vast!
The snowfield was enormously vast; the snow had piled up for countless years. Searching for a bronze lamp the size of an arm in such a place was like looking for a needle in a haystack!
Although the environment was harsh, fortunately, the Spiritual Link could still be established.
"There are 'people' here."
Chu Ling's voice rang out again.
At the same time, an image entered Gu Shen's field of vision.
It was a thermal imaging sense map.
Two figures appeared in the vast expanse of snow far away, their forms blurred in the thermal imaging.
Gu Shen squinted his eyes.
Those who could reach the tundra were very likely not ordinary people.
