The farther north he went, the colder the weather naturally became, especially when flying from the Miao Borderlands to Liaodong.
Cheng Xinzhan flew through the First Heaven. Compared with the unchanging Third Heaven, he preferred the First Heaven's myriad forms. The journey was quite long, but he did not use the Void-Escaping Method. Instead, he rode the wind, contemplating celestial phenomena as he traveled.
After entering the fifth realm, Union with the Dao, his perception of heaven and earth had become clearer. When he carefully sensed the wind, snow, rain, and thunder that had once seemed ordinary, he gained new understanding.
It was early winter, but traveling from southwest to northeast felt like flying from early autumn into deepest winter. As he crossed regions, he also crossed seasons, making the south's Bing and Ding fire and the north's Ren and Gui Water extraordinarily tangible.
Thus he watched clouds roll and unfurl, wind and thunder, hail and snow along the way. Though he deliberately slowed his pace, it still did not take him long to reach Bohai. White Jade Capital's Haiqing City lay in the skies south of Liaodong, around Bohai's northern bay.
At that moment, Bohai's snowflakes truly were as large as mats. They swirled down in profusion, draping heaven and earth in mourning white, and ice had formed along the coast. Even at the Yellow River's mouth, ice floes had appeared, slowly pushed toward the sea by the river.
At this sight, Cheng Xinzhan stopped and summoned a pure white snow cloud. Sitting upon it, he watched quietly for a good while-the wonders of cultivation lay precisely here. Not long ago, he had still been in the south, where redwood grew luxuriantly, yet moments later, he was high above Bohai, admiring the Yellow River's snowy scenery-no, there was more.