Douluo: My wife Qian Renxue gave birth to the Seven Calabash Brothers

More than half a month later.

The extreme north of Douluo Continent...

This is a mysterious frozen land, covered with ice and snow all year round, and everything you see is covered in silver.

The biting cold wind whistled like a knife, blowing up snowflakes all over the sky, making them dance wildly in the air.

The huge glaciers undulate like a sleeping dragon, exuding a cold and majestic aura.

The ice peaks tower into the clouds, and the steep cliffs sparkle with a cold blue light, as if they were a masterpiece carved by nature with ice and snow.

On the ground, the hard ice reflected a dazzling light under the sunlight, making it almost impossible to open one's eyes.

The extremely cold air seemed to freeze everything. Even the sound seemed to be frozen here. The silence was so frightening that it made people feel terrified.

The lake has also been frozen into a huge ice mirror, as smooth as a whetstone, as if it could reflect the vicissitudes and mystery of the entire Far North.

A gourd baby is walking in the snow, looking a little miserable. The child is wearing a green leaf skirt and a small green gourd on his head, walking in the snow.

This is exactly the fourth child.

The cold wind in the Far North was howling madly like a sharp whistle.

The flying snow in the sky was dancing wildly, like countless cold silver needles, piercing Siwa's body.

Every step he took required an effort to pull his legs out of the thick snow, which was already above his knees.

Everything around was pale, with no signs of life.

The mountains in the distance are covered tightly with snow, like huge ice sculptures, cold and ruthless.

The gloomy sky seems to be pressing down on our heads, making people feel extremely depressed.

Siwa's green leaf skirt was shaking violently in the cold wind, as if it would be torn at any time.

His little face was frozen red, his lips were purple, and his eyebrows and hair were covered with frost.

The green gourd was also covered with a thin layer of snow, losing its former vitality. He walked forward alone, and the snow under his feet made a "crunching" sound.

Every gust of cold wind could penetrate his clothes and take away the only remaining warmth in his body.

In this icy and snowy environment, Siwa looked so small and fragile, but there was still a determination shining in his eyes.

As Siwa trudged through the snow with difficulty, he muttered to himself:
"I've been through so much in the past half month."

"After separating from my brothers, we all had to go to different places to complete the assessments on our own. It was really hard to adapt."

"I don't know where they went or what happened to them."

Siwa was no exception. When several gods said that there was a god of fire in the far north, he came without hesitation.

Along the way, he slept in the open air and endured countless hardships, but Siwa knew in his heart that this was something he had to go through.

He took a deep breath, and the white air he exhaled instantly dissipated in the cold.

He swore secretly in his heart: his brothers were also working hard, and he couldn't fall behind.

Although he didn't know where the inheritance was exactly, he believed that as long as he persisted in looking for it, he would definitely gain something.

But this far north is too cold and desolate, and no one knows what awaits the fourth child.

But in order to obtain the inheritance of the God of Fire and reunite with his brothers, father, and mother, he will not back down no matter how difficult it is.

The fourth child gritted his teeth and continued to walk forward against the wind and snow.

Si Wa looked up at the vast expanse of white ahead, frowned, and muttered to himself:
"This is a vast expanse of white, endless. Where should I start looking?"

"The God Kings only said that it was in the Far North. This Far North is too big, but they didn't tell me the exact location."

(End of this chapter)