That was when Barlin had an idea that sent chills down his spine.

The fact that he couldn't get through the ward to see what's behind it only filled him with fear—fear of the scale of power wielded by cultivators before the Degenerate Age of Dharma.

Hence, he started to think about where he should go from here instead.

But since he had no better place to be, he could just stay here and take a crack at the ancient ward, until polar summer arrived and the Roaring Forties calmed down enough for