Amidst the white snow flying all over the sky is the newborn devil, whose fire-colored clothes are dyed pear blossom frost white in the ice and snow.
"What is... What?"
The cold body in the white snow has no breath. It has a dark gray coarse cloth gown, a navy blue belt, and scattered hair.
Hearing this question, Mo Qinghan's face had a smile as bright as ice and snow.
"Or... The ashes of the previous tribulation."
He said calmly and stood up slowly.
[I know how to become a demon. Follow me to find someone. If you find someone, I will tell you.
——Even though the calamity has been cold for thousands of years, this feeling is still hot.
Conception: