Amid the vast snowfall, jade-colored auspicious qi quietly drifted into heaven and earth.
This winter snow had arrived at just the right time.
The year was drawing to a close.
Some cultivators who had happened to emerge from closed-door cultivation at this time saw distant green mountains blanketed in snow and clear waters frozen into ice.
Threads of energy flow that soothed the Dao Heart and lifted the spirit appeared, like wind sweeping over the earth and bringing a rare sense of comfort.
Even minds that had long been tightly strung found relief amid this heavy snow.
Within famous mountains and great rivers, disciples who had newly entered many major sects were carrying out their daily cultivation in the plazas—some meditated and regulated their breath, some practiced swordsmanship and gathered light, some climbed mountains and crossed cliffs, their escape arts like wind and cloud, ethereal and formless. They discovered that their cultivation that day produced twice the result with half the effort.
These were Daoist lineages that had keenly sensed the timing of heaven and earth's shifting currents, and they seized this day to let their disciples comprehend the mysterious principles of heaven and earth.
To grasp a measure of the transformations in the turning of the Four Seasons.
"What a splendid snowfall."
An old cultivator stroked his beard and nodded as he looked upon the deep-winter snow, a hint of Heavenly Secrets surfacing in his eyes.
A passing traveler heard him and echoed, "Indeed, indeed. This year's snow has fallen thickly. When spring comes next year, there should surely be abundant vitality."
Such sparse exchanges appeared in many places.
All were marveling at the unusual nature of this snowfall.
It was not an isolated case.
Cultivators busy with their own cultivation had all been startled by this rare wind