The landmarks buried beneath wind and snow were clearly visible to his Spiritual Sense, like ink dots on white paper.
He carved an almost perfectly straight path through the blizzard.
The Flying Sword cut across the sky, leaving a faint green trail behind it.
That trail was quickly swallowed by the wind and snow, but their direction never changed. The straight-line distance from Icefield Town to Extreme Cold Snow Peak was roughly three hundred li.
If an ordinary person tried to walk through snow like this, they would not make it in three days and three nights. But Xiao Yun used less than two hours.
The sky gradually darkened.
In this far northern land, the daylight of a winter day was pitifully short.
By four in the afternoon, the sun had already sunk below the horizon, and the sky shifted from gray-white to deep blue, then from deep blue to inky black.
The blizzard did not stop. Instead, it grew even fiercer.
The snowflakes could not be seen clearly in the dark; all one could feel was the sting as they struck the face. The temperature plunged, and every breath exhaled instantly condensed into frost, clinging to eyebrows and lashes.
Shui Bing'er lifted her head from Xiao Yun's arms and looked ahead.
Her Ice Phoenix Martial Soul had an innate sensitivity to ice-type energy, making it even more useful than her eyes in the darkness.
"Teacher Xiao, there's something ahead," she suddenly said.
Xiao Yun had sensed it too. About ten li ahead, there was an enormous mass of ice-type energy, like a sleeping volcano. Though its surface seemed calm, a world-destroying power lay hidden within.
It was the aura of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Around it were more than a hundred weaker auras, circling that most powerful energy like