EBE Chapter 136 First Arrival at the Cold Light Snow Mountain
Chapter 136 First Arrival at the Cold Light Snow Mountain
Zhang Yifan steered the willow-leaf boat, like a lone boat adrift in the vast sea of clouds, traversing it alone yet resolutely.
The overlapping sea of clouds, like towering cloud mountains, constantly concealed and revealed his figure.
After several days of arduous travel, he was somewhat exhausted, but his eyes still burned with a burning flame of hope.
Finally, on the distant horizon, the legendary Cold Light Snow Mountain faintly revealed its majestic and mysterious outline.
When it came into full view, Zhang Yifan was so stunned by its magnificent and awe-inspiring sight that he stood frozen in place.
The sheer size of this snow-capped mountain far exceeded his imagination, covering an area larger than ten Himalayas combined.
It resembles a gigantic white dragon, lying horizontally on the earth, towering majestically and piercing the clouds.
Its majestic aura was like that of an ancient behemoth that existed since the beginning of time, lying there quietly, exuding an awe-inspiring majesty.
The entire mountain is covered with snow all year round, and the thick snow is like a layer of holy white armor that nature has draped over it.
Under the sunlight, the snow-capped mountains shimmered with a dazzling silver light, so bright it hurt the eyes.
Each snowflake is like a meticulously crafted work of art; they intertwine and pile up, forming this silver-clad world.
The chill here is extremely biting, as if it were a fierce, yin energy surging from the depths of the Netherworld, seeping into the air in wisps and making the surrounding space seem frozen.
The chill was like a tangible ghost, wandering and darting through the air, enveloping everything in its icy aura.
Even though Zhang Yifan had already reached the Nascent Soul stage, he could clearly feel the chilling aura, like sharp needles, constantly trying to penetrate his spiritual energy defenses and invade his body.
He quickly circulated his spiritual power to form a thin shield around his body, trying to resist the chill.
However, the power of this cold air far exceeded his expectations. Under the continuous impact of the cold air, the shield trembled slightly, seemingly in danger of breaking at any moment.
The shield flickered with a faint light, as if it were engaged in a silent but fierce battle with the powerful chill.
Zhang Yifan carefully floated down from the willow-leaf boat, his feet crunching on the snow.
The sound echoed through the silent snow-capped mountains, sounding exceptionally clear and lonely. He looked up into the depths of the mountains, a sense of awe welling up within him.
He knew that within this mysterious and dangerous snow mountain lay the thousand-year-old snow lotus he needed, as well as countless unknown dangers and challenges.
But in order to refine the Seven Treasures Resurrection Pill and save his loved ones, he had no intention of backing down.
He took a deep breath; the frigid air felt like a sharp blade cutting through his throat, but he used it to bolster his courage, and then, with firm steps, slowly walked towards the snow-capped mountain. As he ventured deeper into the mountain, the surrounding environment became increasingly harsh.
A fierce wind swept in, its sound like the wailing of ghosts and wolves, sending chills down one's spine.
The wind carried a large amount of ice and snow particles, like sharp hidden weapons, lashing him fiercely. These ice and snow particles struck his spiritual energy shield, making crackling sounds and scattering tiny white sparks.
Zhang Yifan's vision was also greatly obstructed; all he could see was a white blur, and he could only see a few feet ahead.
He had to rely on his divine sense to perceive his surroundings, carefully avoiding the ice crevices and hidden pits beneath the snow.
His divine sense, like an invisible ray of light, painstakingly explored the vast expanse of white snow, leaving no corner unchecked for potential danger.
After struggling for some time, Zhang Yifan discovered a relatively hidden cave.
A thought struck him, and he decided to rest in the cave for a while to recover his physical and spiritual strength, and at the same time think about his next move.
He slowly walked into the cave, which was filled with a damp and cold atmosphere.
The aura seemed to be a mixture of decay and cold accumulated over countless years, making people feel extremely oppressed.
He found a relatively dry place, sat cross-legged, and began to circulate his spiritual energy to regulate his aura.
He closed his eyes and looked inward at the flow of spiritual energy within his body.
He discovered that under the influence of this cold air, the flow of his spiritual energy became somewhat sluggish, as if a once surging river had been partially frozen by the cold weather.
He concentrated his energy, guiding his spiritual power to slowly accelerate through his meridians, attempting to break through this obstacle.
Each surge of spiritual energy felt like groping forward in the dark—difficult, yet full of hope.
While regulating his breathing, Zhang Yifan also began to ponder the mysteries of the Cold Light Snow Mountain.
He knew that such a powerful chill could not be a naturally occurring phenomenon.
Perhaps, deep within these snow-capped mountains, some powerful spiritual entity or ancient formation is hidden, which is what caused this chill.
This thousand-year-old snow lotus, able to grow in such a harsh environment, must possess unique spirituality and defense mechanisms.
He realized that in his search for the thousand-year-old snow lotus, he would not only have to face external dangers, but also be wary of the challenges that the snow lotus itself might bring.
At the same time, he was also reflecting on his journey of cultivating immortality.
From a naive young boy to a cultivator who embarked on the path of cultivation, enduring countless life-and-death trials, he finally reached the Nascent Soul realm.
He recalled his days at the Lingyun Sword Sect, the time he spent cultivating and sparring with his fellow disciples.
He recalled his fierce battles with the aquatic tribes in the Thousand Water River, each battle deepening his understanding of the path of cultivation; he also recalled his experiences at Mount Xuling and the Qingyuan Sect, where his interactions and collaborations with others became invaluable assets for his growth.
He knew full well that his path to immortality was still long, and many unknown territories awaited his exploration. This trip to the Cold Light Snow Mountain was merely an important milestone in his long journey.
His thoughts drifted back to his loved ones. Their kind faces and warm smiles were like a warm current, giving him endless strength in the cold, snowy mountains.
He secretly vowed that no matter the cost, he would find the Thousand-Year Snow Lotus, refine the Seven Treasures Resurrection Pill, and revive his second senior sister.
As time went by, Zhang Yifan felt his physical strength and spiritual power gradually recover.