A vast expanse of heaven and earth had already twisted, evolving into a new world within.
Within this new world, where birds chirped and flowers fragranced, there lurked a massive creature forged like ice, stunningly captivating under the illumination of light. This colossal ice creature exhaled endless mist, filling half of the Three Thousand Worlds, yet not a single cultivator came into contact with it.
It was the Low Level Primordial Life, Frost Nightmare Messenger.
"Where are the cultivators? Where?" The Frost Nightmare Messenger was quite agitated. It excelled in ice and a few soul-related methods, but this time, the cultivators had kept their distance, shrouding it with a terrifying formation.
"Three Thousand Worlds, deadly mechanisms of heaven and earth!"
A cold voice echoed.
