Summit of the Heavenly Pond.
The highest peak on Heavenly Pond Mountain in the Glacial Snowfield.
Amid the vast white snow, the gale howled past their ears, tugging at the robes of Su Shi'er and Fairy Yun Hua.
Su Shi'er moved forward one step at a time, leaving a trail of footprints behind him.
The Summit of the Heavenly Pond pierced straight into the sea of clouds. Before they had even reached the top, the thick clouds at the horizon already seemed within arm's reach.
At last, as he took the final step, protected by the Southern Bright Leaving Fire, Su Shi'er and Fairy Yun Hua successfully ascended the last peak.
Looking out, the entire mountaintop appeared as though its summit had been sheared off by blades and swords, forming a smooth, level platform spanning several hundred zhang.
Upon the platform, blocks of uniform-sized profound ice and profound jade had been laid out in orderly rows, clearly the work of human hands.
The snowflakes drifting down from the sky vanished the moment they touched the ground, never accumulating atop the peak, making the place all the more wondrous.
Standing at the edge of the platform, Su Shi'er did not hurry farther in. His gaze scrutinizing, he carefully surveyed the Summit of the Heavenly Pond before him.
Only then did he notice that at the very center of the mountaintop lay a pool more than three zhang across.
The Ten Thousand Year Cold Air contained within the earth rose from its surface like wisps of smoke, forming coils of mist.
Within the swirling mist, the spreading chill grew ever more astonishing—bitingly cold, yet carrying an indescribably mysterious charm.
Though he had never encountered it before, Su Shi'er could vaguely sense that this mysterious charm contained the intent of the Dao. If