The boundless snowfields.
As they traveled farther north, Kitten began to struggle to walk.
The wind and snow were simply too fierce. Otherwise, that cultivator at the peak of the Middle Three Realms would not have died here.
So Kitten wore a veiled hat and nestled inside the basket on Li Ping'an's back.
The basket was lined with cotton padding and was wonderfully warm.
Talismans had also been pasted inside to keep the cold from consuming Kitten.
Kitten poked a head out, looking helplessly at the road ahead.
Kitten seemed very eager to get down and walk, but could no longer do so.
Li Ping'an and Old Ox trudged onward, leaving a footprint with every step.
Soon, the heavy snow covered their tracks.
They had encountered quite a few things along the way.
There had been great demons hidden in the Snow Mountain who deliberately approached Li Ping'an to sound him out.
Li Ping'an had pretended not to notice and simply shared drinks and cheerful conversation with them.
Afterward, they had bid one another farewell.
They had also encountered enormous avalanches more than once, surging in vast torrents.
Shrieking whirlwinds darkened the sky, while enormous avalanches shook the earth and mountains, engulfing everything.
Their thunderous roar sounded as though heaven were collapsing and the earth caving in.
Deep in a snowy forest, they had even encountered an enormous white dragon.
It lay hidden deep in the forest, coiled around a towering tree.
The sight alone inspired dread.
A single glance left Kitten shaken by its draconic might, and Kitten hurriedly ducked back into the basket.
Li Ping'an gazed at the enormous white dragon.
Its body stretched long, its whiskers and mane streaming.
Every part of its body was exquisitely proportioned, and its graceful bearing held an even greater spiritual charm.