The heavy snow seemed to fall year-round. Thick snow had buried the area before the sacred hall's gates. Looking at the sacred hall, which seemed less like a sacred hall and more like a Daoist temple, I felt a complicated mix of emotions. Compared with the extravagance of the Demon God Realm, this place clearly had more spiritual energy.
It seemed they had noticed my arrival. A male and female acolyte quickly opened the gates and led me inside.
Outsiders couldn't investigate auras here. It seemed only the master could sense everything around them without restraint. It wasn't fair, but whose territory was this, anyway?
After entering the sacred hall, I casually swept my gaze around, hoping to see the woman mentioned in the rumors. Unfortunately, the two acolytes led me a long way without encountering anyone else.
The entire Daoist temple was desolate along the way. Even after climbing several hundred steps and reaching the main hall, I didn't see a single person, only some Daoist acolytes diligently sweeping and working.
When I looked with my Heaven's Eye, I saw that these acolytes weren't living beings at all. They were paper figures given form after storing a trace of spiritual intent, whose main purpose was to help with chores. As far as I could tell, only Li Poxiao lived in this sacred hall.
The two acolytes soon led me into a side hall. This Daoist temple was enormous, but with snow stretching endlessly across the small world of Immortal Sword Mountain, it was hidden beneath the snow and seemed no more than a city of snow. Once I entered and saw the scenery beneath the thickly snow-covered eaves, its existence no longer seemed so startling.
The place was quite ancient and simple, making me feel as though I had