The Old Bachelor of the Wasteland Summons Ultraman at the Beginning

In the dark night, Jackdaw Ridge is like a ferocious beast crawling on the vast snowfield, lying silently in front of it. The mountains are steep and jagged with jagged rocks. There are sparse and strange black trees hanging with ice edges, which cast shadows of claws and teeth in the moonlight. The air was filled with a bone-deep chill and a faint evil spirit that seemed to freeze the soul. Occasionally, the shrill crows of crows came from the mountains, adding to the spookiness. Ye Chen restrained his aura and used the meaning of "emptiness and silence" to the extreme. His figure was like a ghost, quietly sneaking towards the depths of Jackdaw Ridge along the direction sensed by the Xuan Bing Ling. The deeper you go, the colder it becomes, and the ground is covered with thick ice and frozen snow that has accumulated for countless years, making a slight "squeaking" sound when you step on it. The mountain wind was as sharp as a knife, picking up fine ice crystals and hitting my face painfully. The Xuan Bing Ling had become hot in his arms, and the speed of the internal nebula circulation reached its peak, and the fluctuations it emitted clearly resonated with a certain place in front. Ye Chen could feel that the source of the resonance seemed to be at the top of the main peak of Jackdaw Ridge, under a cliff shrouded in thick ice fog that persisted all year round. He carefully avoided several ice caves that exuded dangerous auras and the "ice ghost crows" hovering in the night sky with green light shining in their eyes, and finally arrived at the foot of the main peak. Looking up, the cliff is towering into the clouds, as smooth as a mirror, covered with thick blue ice, reflecting a cold luster in the moonlight. Below the cliff is a huge cave entrance half-covered by ice and snow. The edge of the cave entrance is condensed with strange-shaped ice edges, like the mouth of a giant beast. Concentrated