Even though Di Shitian knew what the Sword Saint intended by seeking out the Monk Emperor, he was not anxious in the slightest and had no intention of stopping him.
Since the enemy's scheme had already been exposed, precautions could naturally be taken, rendering it ineffective. In fact, he did not even need to take precautions, because he had already seized the initiative.
No matter how Jiang Dali and the others planned to rescue Nameless, what use would all their preparations be if Nameless himself, the one they intended to save, had already developed a problem?
A game. It was all just a game.
Toying with people—that was precisely what Di Shitian loved most.
Four days later.
Beside a village near the Snow God Mountain Range, several figures had quietly gathered by a gleaming white river outside the village.
The river was fed by melted snow flowing down from the Snow God Mountain Range. It murmured around the village, clear as a mirror. Not only could they see the pebbles and fish on the riverbed, but its surface also reflected their distinct faces: Jiang Dali, rugged yet somewhat handsome; Zhang Sanfeng, white-haired and silver-bearded, with a turtle-like back yet full of vigor; the Sword Saint Dugu Jian, weathered but resolute; and the Undying Man Yin Zhong, broad-faced and sinister.
"That is Snow God Mountain. Heaven's Gate."
Yin Zhong raised his head and stared unblinkingly at Snow God Mountain, the solitary peak standing proudly among the surrounding mountains like a giant. He spoke in a deep voice.
Jiang Dali folded his arms and looked toward the mountain shrouded in clouds and covered in frost and snow. His expression was grave. "Di Shitian, the master of Heaven's Gate, divided Heaven's Gate into three levels to symbolize the Three Realms. The level where