The Anomaly

Spring gave way to autumn, and in the blink of an eye, sixteen years had hurried past.

During these years, the evil cultivators who had ravaged the world were gradually purged, peace returned to the mortal realm, and Immeasurable Mountain reopened its gates two years ago.

The batch of new disciples the Carefree Sect had accepted sixteen years earlier had gradually grown up, breathing new life into the sect.

Everything was developing for the better, save for the spiritual energy that continued to dwindle.

Lesser Witch Mountain, long sealed away, had not seen a visitor in ages.

It was a place where Nascent Soul True Lords cultivated in seclusion; without permission, no one could approach lightly.

The weather turned cold, and at some unknown time, snow had begun drifting down from the sky.

Little Orange had been sleeping in the mountains. Seeing the snowflakes floating like wisps of cotton, excitement gleamed in its eyes as it stretched out a paw and caught one of the crystalline flakes.

The flying snow melted quickly, leaving a trace of chill in its paw before vanishing.

Little Orange hurriedly woke Little White, who was snoring beside it. The two beasts frolicked and pounced upon the snow, having the time of their lives.

When Xu Chunniang emerged after ending her seclusion, she happened to see this scene and could not help but smile faintly.

Although Little Orange and Little White had already reached Golden Core cultivation, their minds seemed not to have matured much. They remained as innocent as ever.

Gazing at the snow filling the heavens, Xu Chunniang felt dazed. Sixteen years had already passed since she began rebuilding her Dao of Formations.

The Zhou family's formations discarded the dross and retained the essence, simplifying the complex and pointing straight toward the Great Dao.