Stretching across the expanse between the Central Continent and the Extreme North lay an unbroken chain of snow-capped mountains. Snow fell throughout the year there, and clear skies were rare.3

“So this is the legendary Great Snow Mountain.” Lu Yang stood at the mountain’s base. Shielding his eyes, he gazed upward. Beyond the swirling, feathery snowflakes, a majestic, pure-white mountain lay quietly before him.0

“It’s hardly legendary.” Lan Ting chuckled from beside him. “It’s merely because the place is too remote, and few are willing to come here.”0

This was spoken out of modesty. The Moon Laurel Immortal Palace was considered a semi-reclusive immortal sect, rarely engaging with the outside world. Any external communication, such as seeking their aid, issuing missions, convening meetings for the righteous path, and arranging immortal sect gatherings, passed through the Great Communications Hall at the mountain’s...1