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 surely arrive quickly. But Xiao Hua did not dare fly directly like others did. He truly could 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 Sage River. Fortunately, ever since Xiao Hua had gained a sense of direction within 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. He naturally deviated somewhat while traveling, but under his careful control, the deviation was not too great. Several days later, Xiao Hua found Sage River. Of course, the place where he reached Sage River was certainly different from before, and it was more than a little distance from the village where Wang Zhengfei lived. Xiao Hua then roughly identified his bearings, found a small temple nearby to ask where Great Snow Mountain was, and shot into the sky once more.
Only now 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 by no means the most famous; it was merely the closest to this stretch of Sage River. At first, Xiao Hua was still somewhat uncertain, but as familiar scenery came into view, he gradually set his mind at ease. Finally, when the spiritual-sense marker he had left on Great Snow Mountain appeared within his spiritual sense, he was completely reassured. He then adjusted his already rather deviated direction once again and rushed into Great Snow Mountain.
Great Snow Mountain