Xiao Hua knew perfectly well that there had to be a straight route from here to Great Snow Mountain. If he flew straight there, he would certainly arrive quickly. But Xiao Hua did not dare fly directly like others did. He truly did not trust his own sense of direction on the continent. He could only first reach Sage River, then find his way back to Great Snow Mountain from there. Fortunately, ever since Xiao Hua had gained a sense of direction in the void and Spiritual Qi Heaven had opened wide, although his sense of direction on the continent had not fundamentally improved, it had at least been somewhat affected. Naturally, he deviated somewhat while traveling, but under his careful guidance, the deviation did not seem great. Several days later, Xiao Hua found Sage River. Of course, the place where he arrived at Sage River was certainly different from before, not merely a little distance from the village where Wang Zhengfei lived. He then roughly discerned the direction, found a small temple nearby to ask where Great Snow Mountain was, and soared into the sky again.
Only then did Xiao Hua learn that there was more than one Great Snow Mountain in this Pure Land. The Great Snow Mountain where Little Linglong Temple stood was far from the most famous; it was merely the closest one to this stretch of Sage River. At first, Xiao Hua was still somewhat uncertain, but when familiar scenery began appearing before his eyes, he gradually relaxed. Finally, when the spiritual sense marker he had left on Great Snow Mountain appeared within his divine sense, he was completely reassured. He then adjusted his direction, which had already deviated considerably, and rushed into Great Snow Mountain.
Great Snow Mountain was once again blanketed by goose-feather