Many people may not know that in an otherworldly continent with a history of hundreds of millions of years, in addition to spiritual power, invincible kings, and dominating the world, there are some people who don't care about these, what they care about is the treasures on the otherworldly continent.

Thirty years ago, there was a group of mysterious treasure hunters on the Atlas, and no one knew where they came from and what their final outcome was. I only know that this group of people entered the extremely cold land and has never appeared again.

A group of treasure hunting teams entered the extremely cold land at that time according to the clues of that year. It's just beginning to come to light. But no one thought that it would be so dangerous inside.

Mountains of corpses, insects with powerful spiritual powers, terrifying and strange beasts, and the princess's mausoleum in the mysterious city of ice sculptures. It's all so weird.

The gang found traces of the Treasure Hunters in the Bitter Cold.

It's just that what happened to those Treasure Hunters and where did they go?

And why I know so clearly, it all has to start from the beginning.

I am the waste material in the Otherworldly Continent, and the Murong family's spiritual power cultivation is the least. I should not be naturally suitable for cultivating spiritual power, but I am full of desire to explore those things that are full of mystery and unknown.

We have a notebook in my family, which is a collection of anecdotes recorded by my grandfather, and among them, I saw a record of a group of treasure hunters entering the extreme cold thirty years ago.

Thirty years ago, a group of strangely dressed treasure hunters came to the inn owned by our Murong family to inquire about the route to the extremely cold land. They have a large team, and everyone carries a backpack. Among them, you can feel that they are all spiritual powerhouses. They claim to be treasure hunters. After we told them the way to the Bitter Cold, they set off the next day. We never saw them again, and we didn't know if they were dead or alive.

I looked at my grandfather's record and wondered, they were treasure hunters, could it be that there was treasure in the extremely cold land?

Then, things are also very strange, the record of this group of people in my grandfather's notes was actually known by a group of treasure hunters, and one of them sneaked into our Murong family and tried to seize the notes.

He was captured by our people, imprisoned, and sent to the authorities.

Because, for the desire to explore the unknown, I secretly rescued the man from our family prison.

I didn't expect that person to be a woman.

"Why did you save me?" she asked me.

"Why did you steal my grandfather's notes?" I asked her.

"Because, your grandfather's notes have traces of that guy. ”

"The guys?"

"Treasure Hunt!" her expression began to grow.

"Why do you want to know about them?" I asked, curiously.

"Because, thirty years ago, my grandfather was involved in that operation. She gritted her teeth and said, "However, he has not been heard from since, and I don't know whether he is dead or alive." ”

"So, you want to know where they went?" I asked.

"Not bad. She nodded and said, "I have to go to him, I want to find out what happened." ”

"I've seen my grandfather's notes, I can tell you, but you've got to take me with you. I smiled.

"You want to join us?" she looked at me in surprise.

"You guys, you guys, and others?"

"Of course, we're a treasure hunt. ”

So, I joined her team, and we were going to set out in the Extreme Cold.