"Young Master, this..." Mu Chen widened his eyes, stammering as he looked at the crack that had split open.
Originally, it was just an inconspicuous crack, but after the earth shook, it somehow became large enough for a person to pass through, like an open door.
At this moment, the snowfield had restored its calm, and it seemed that the massive disturbance earlier was merely to open this door.
Mu Qingge pursed her lips tightly and walked towards the opened crack.
The others followed closely, not daring to slack off even a bit.
As they approached, they finally noticed that the crack was actually connected to a winding staircase leading downward. The transparent staircase seemed to have been carved from ice, and it could reflect the image of anyone standing on it.
Around the staircase was a vast, open ice cave, where ice stones stood, strange and varied in shape. The end of the staircase seemed to lead somewhere unknown, entirely out of sight.
