The journey afterward went smoothly. They encountered no accidents or setbacks, and the Feather Clan group soon descended upon a snow-covered peak. At one corner of the mountain stood a temple that could be called exquisitely refined even on the Arctic Ice Plains.
Little Cold Mountain Temple was named after Little Cold Mountain.
Little Cold Mountain lay amid a chain of mountains in the south-central Arctic Ice Plains. Its solitary peak hung high in the air, rising a thousand zhang straight into the clouds.
Falling snow formed layers of fine, soft cotton down, lending the cylindrical Little Cold Mountain a unique beauty.
Under the blazing golden sun, it resembled a heavenly pillar piercing straight into the vault of heaven.
Within five hundred li around Little Cold Mountain lay more than a dozen tribes of varying races, some strong and some weak. These tribes were also the main source of Little Cold Mountain Temple's lay disciples.
When the Feather Clan descended from the heavens before Little Cold Mountain Temple, they found that quite a few tribes of various races had already arrived outside the temple, packed together in dense crowds.
There were Savage Tribes people, tall and humanoid in appearance, yet powerfully built with extraordinary vitality and blood energy.
There were Hu Tribes people, with pointed ears, lean frames, blade-like nails, and eyes that looked especially fierce and baleful.
There were people of the Entire Clan, their heads completely bald, their skin deathly pale, their faces devoid of eyebrows, without even a single strand of hair anywhere on their bodies.
There were Feather Serpent Clan people, with wings growing from their backs, human heads on their upper bodies, and serpentine legs below.
And there were Golden Clan Members, golden all over, gleaming beneath the sunlight like solid chunks of gold.