Invisible Security Guard

A day later, when the winds ceased, Yusuf Zuck and his group of four continued on their journey, though they had no specific destination in mind; their only goal was to head north, cross over the Great Snow Mountain, find a place to settle down, and focus on cultivating.

As Yusuf Zuck’s group continued to advance, Jaxon Berger entered the mountain range, wearing his white fur cloak and the Cold Knife hanging at his waist.

In the Heavenly Realm, it seemed that Divine Knives were ubiquitous, with many people also wearing a knife at their waist.

Because the wind had blown for a whole day, the tracks of Yusuf Zuck and his group had entirely vanished, and with the inability to use Divine Sense in the snowy mountains, all one could see in the distance were endless expanses of white that were painfully glaring to the eyes.

"If those three were blown to death by the white fur storm, they’ll be buried under the snow, and finding them won’t be easy!" Jaxon Berger was unaware that one of his vice-captains had been taken in by Yusuf Zuck and subconsciously thought that the three slaves couldn’t possibly have survived under such a storm!

Thus, he began to search slowly, searching around the vicinity.

However, his search actually afforded Yusuf Zuck’s group the time to get farther away.

The four were unaware of whether Jaxon Berger was following them, but the safest route was certainly to move away and cross over the snow mountain.

Three days later, the group reached the summit of the snow mountain. However, as they stood at the peak and looked into the distance, they couldn’t help feeling a sense of despair.

Because... because there were mountains beyond mountains, each one taller than the last. Beyond the snow mountain were more mountains – countless in number.

"Boss, are you sure we should continue forward?" Alden Baxter, the Immortal Emperor, almost wanted to cry. Unable to fly, they had to rely on walking to get across these cold snowy mountains, which was too painful.