Bitter snow bore down, and the Snow Domain met a snowfall rarely seen in hundreds of years.
It was as though a hole had torn open in the sky, and thousands of years of accumulated snow on the other side were seeking to sweep down through it.
Only endless white remained across the vast Snow Domain, burying the once-inhabited little town beneath heavy layers.
The bitter snow chilled to the bone; fires were lit for warmth.
Su Mo's gaze grew increasingly bewildered as all manner of fragmented images began surfacing in his mind.
Yet those fragmented images could not form a single coherent thread.
Without time, sequence, or logic, those broken images made Su Mo feel as though he were reading a book someone had torn to pieces, jumbled and without order.
His body was gradually recovering too, but he still had no cultivation, and his Divine Soul was growing weaker...
"I don't have much longer to live..." Su Mo said.
Su Mo watched the falling snow outside the window. In the silence, no one answered.
The wind and snow grew fiercer...
That evening, Wang Liu came to the schoolhouse with a jug of wine in his hand and plopped down on the straw mat opposite Su Mo.
"What brings you here again, Brother Wang?" Su Mo asked, looking at Wang Liu's worry-filled face.
"It's cold. I brought you some wine to warm you up!" Wang Liu set the wine before Su Mo and said no more.
Seeing that Wang Liu seemed to have something on his mind, Su Mo rose, took the wine jug, and placed it on the stove to warm.
Once the wine was warm, he fetched two bowls and sat back down, filled both bowls, and pushed one toward Wang Liu.
Wang Liu glanced at Su