The long years slipped away in the blink of an eye. The wind blew fiercely, making even the falling snow in the sky descend more thickly.
Purple Cold Mountain was clearly taller than before.
Flocks of Cold Eagles continuously patrolled nearby. At times, they dove into the snowfield; at others, they swept toward the Northern Cold Kingdom, leaving behind spirit shadows that lingered for a long while.
Several cultivators concealed themselves upon the snowfield, not daring to advance any farther.
"We can't go any farther. The Monster Beasts of the Cloud Silver Snowfield are getting harder and harder to kill." The leading cultivator sighed.
"Who knows what happened seventy years ago? These Monster Beasts have gathered so densely. Even if the Northern Plains are filled with treasures afterward, you still need to have a life to take them!" The other cultivators nodded in agreement.
"But if it weren't for this, why would the Frost Sect, that transcendent great sect formed by the union of two sects, allow us to enter the Cloud Silver Plains?" Still, some cultivators were unwilling to leave just like that.
They had already taken considerable risks by venturing deep into the snowfield. Turning back now without gaining anything would leave them with nothing at all.
"It'll be fine as long as we don't go through Purple Cold Mountain." The cultivator continued, pointing in another direction and suggesting they make a detour.
In his view, nearly all the Monster Beasts of the Cloud Silver Snowfield had gathered around Purple Cold Mountain. As long as they avoided the Cold Eagles' patrols, there would be no shortage of treasures ahead.
They had come because a cultivator had crossed Purple Cold Mountain and returned laden with spoils.
And that cultivator had merely been a Rogue Cultivator at Foundation Establishment Peak.