A few minutes later, the seven-colored auspicious cloud crossed hundreds of mountains and rivers to arrive at a towering mountain plateau.
The plateau was covered with thick snow and ice, as if accumulated through countless harsh winters, forming an icy plain that gathered all the world's coldness.
The cold wind sliced like a knife, chilling to the bone.
A solemn and majestic fire-worship pyramid pierced the sky, standing alone on the snowy plateau as its only embellishment.
"Is that the Fire Worship City?"
Xigou overlooked the plateau, unable to help but quip, "Why build it in such a godforsaken place?"
Fang Zhixing chuckled, "It's the Fire Cult; if the believers couldn't feel the cold, would they worship fire?"
Makes sense!
The Fire Cult's main hall was located in an extremely cold place to highlight the divinity of the flame.
"I'm going in!"
Xigou was eager to move, unable to wait, the murderous intent fierce and brutal exposed.
Fang Zhixing saw no reason to object.
