Hunted in the Far North

[No System] [Master and disciple] [Multiple female leads] [Growth and comeback] [Invincible in the later stages]

Beneath a snowy mountain in the far north lies a lake, its surface frozen all year round. Yet the grass on its banks stays lush and green. Not far from the lake stands a dilapidated thatched hut, and inside it is a baby...

Years later, the baby has grown into a young man. Now he stands at the northernmost frontier, leaning on a silver spear with a foxtail grass he'd casually plucked from the ground between his teeth. He gazes at the young cultivators in the sky, then lifts his spear and stands in midair, calling out to them: “This way is closed...”