Yuanxin Sect and the Kunlun Divine Palace each controlled a Dao, and both held vast territories.
At their border lay a continuous stretch of mountains, spanning ten thousand li. Its highest peak was called the Great Snow Mountain.
The mountain rose about ten thousand zhang. Snow never melted there, the cold was bitter, and no living thing could be found.
On this day, fierce winds howled atop the Great Snow Mountain.
Screee!
A colossal creature tore through the wind and snow, descending upon the summit.
It was a huge white bird, its scales glittering in the sunlight. With every beat of its wings, countless gales swept outward, grinding everything in their path to dust.
The bird looked lifelike and ferocious, but it was actually lifeless. Arcane mysteries flowed through its body; it had been constructed from the qi of heaven and earth.
Whoosh!
Just then, many figures leaped down from the bird's back. They landed on the snow and gazed toward the other side.
That was where the Kunlun Divine Palace lay.
Every one of them wore white robes and radiated formidable strength. They were clearly a group of exceptional martial artists.
They came from the Yuanxin Sect. This time, they were crossing the Great Snow Mountain to reach the Kunlun Divine Palace and take part in the sword contest between the two Daos.
"Old Ancestor!"
Just then, a woman of refined features and aloof bearing stepped forward, approaching an elderly man.
The old man was short and gaunt, his face etched with deep furrows. He seemed utterly unremarkable, just an ordinary old man. Yet his gaze was warm, and his bearing formed a seamless whole with the world. Standing atop the Great Snow Mountain, he seemed to merge with the mountain itself.
The woman had clearly come to his