Wang Chen looked up at the mountain peak stretching across his path.
This towering peak, three thousand zhang high, had its upper half shrouded in vast swathes of cloud and mist, concealing its full form from view.
From below the mountainside onward, the surface was blanketed in gleaming white snow. The exposed rocks were jagged and uneven, making the mountain resemble some gigantic beast covered in spots.
The cultivators climbing the mountain chose different routes, and they quickly vanished from sight.
Some also chose to take a longer detour, avoiding the most perilous parts of the mountain.
Clearly, they had not taken the ferryman's warning to heart, believing their luck could not possibly be that bad.
But Wang Chen certainly had no intention of testing his luck. Nor did he believe the cultivator surnamed Xu had been trying to fool him, so he set out on the arduous path of crossing White Hair Peak.
After climbing over a hundred zhang, the temperature around them abruptly plummeted. The howling mountain wind carried a bone-piercing chill.
Before long, fine ice needles, thin as hairs, appeared across the surfaces of Wang Chen and Li Yi'an's robes—so densely packed that they were beyond counting!
This kind of wind was also called the White Hair Wind!
The White Hair Wind of White Hair Peak was the first trial faced by anyone wishing to cross this mountain.
Wang Chen and Li Yi'an were both Purple Mansion cultivators, long since cultivated to the point where heat and cold could not invade them. Though the White Hair Wind looked peculiar, it posed virtually no threat to either of them.
Yet as they climbed higher, the White Hair Wind showed no sign of abating. Instead, it grew fiercer and more brutal.
The icy chill penetrated their robes and seeped,