Zhongbei Mountain, Snow Drifting for Ten Thousand Miles

Yang Chan sat in the tavern, listening to all manner of news, most of it concerning the Northern Plains.

Among it was news of the imperial Glacier Snow Country upon the Northern Plains. It was a great nation, its territory blanketed in ice and snow for most of the year, along with several hostile countries nearby.

There was news of every sort of situation, such as where clashes were about to occur and where wars had broken out.

Naturally, it also involved the holy lands and great sects of the Northern Plains.

Yang Chan only took in the useful information and directly ignored anything that was of no use to him.

Before coming to the Northern Plains, he had also asked Han Bingyu to gather information about the region, giving him a general understanding of the situation. Now, as he listened to these people speak of the various major events in the Northern Plains, he was also verifying what he knew.

He also wanted to see whether any major events had occurred along the way.

Most importantly, he needed to see whether they would affect his journey to his destination.

The first place Yang Chan had chosen to break through into a Blood-Changing Martial Saint was Zhongbei Mountain. It was a peak at the northernmost edge of the Northern Plains—or, more precisely, an iceberg. The environment was extremely harsh, with frequent gales and howling freezing winds. It was bitterly cold, and few people ventured into such places.

This terrible weather was one reason Yang Chan had selected this place to break through. When breaking through into a Blood-Changing Martial Saint, one's blood and qi would surge into the heavens, shooting straight into the clouds, causing an enormous disturbance. Yet in such a harsh environment, it could be concealed.

Therefore, so