On the border of the Northern Kingdom, deep in the Changbai Mountains, is the top of an unknown mountain covered by ice and snow all year round. The biting cold wind blew through like a knife, rolling up powdery snow all over the sky, and the visibility was less than ten meters. This is a forbidden area for life, with almost no trace of human activity except for the occasional hardy wild animal.
However, just under an inconspicuous glacier fissure on the top of this snow-capped mountain, there is an unknown secret hidden.
In a huge piece of thousand-year-old ice that exudes a faint blue light, a young man wearing a simple warrior costume, with a handsome face, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, is keeping his eyes closed, maintaining a strange meditation posture, as if he has fallen into an eternal sleep. His skin looked extremely white against the backdrop of the ice, but there was an unyielding sense of heroism and perseverance between his brows. Beside him were scattered some ancient weapons and artifacts that were also frozen, indicating his unusual identity.
