After leaving the Flame Mountain region, the closer he drew to Mount Tian, the stronger the chill became. Snow began falling again, as though the heavens were scattering grains of salt.
Amid the swirling snow, spiritual light flashed over Cheng Xinzhan, and his appearance changed.
His brows and eyes grew slightly longer and narrower, his nose more pronounced, and his face and figure leaner. His blue Heavenly Venerable Prison-Breaking Daoist Robe became a seemingly ordinary, solid indigo Daoist robe. He also took out Autumn Water, which he had not used in a long time, cast an obscuring technique to alter its appearance slightly, and hung it at his waist. He had specifically fetched it from his original body when he returned to Redwood Ridge to deliver Zhong Yuanjue's Nascent Soul.
With that, he became a somewhat taciturn-looking swordsman. His whole bearing seemed colder, blending more naturally into the scenery of this northern land.
As for his aura, he had always been accustomed to concealing it, so this time, instead of hiding it, he deliberately released his restraints and let it show. He did not release it completely, however, keeping it at the Nascent Soul Realm after Fetal Sitting had stabilized.
Once these preparations were complete, he flew into the Tianshan Mountain Range to seek out the Heavenly Mountain Sword Sect's sanctuary.
The Ice and Snow Palace was no insignificant little sect. It was one of the three great sects of the Western Regions, a giant of the Northwest's Demon Path, a colossus that had ruled Snow Country for thousands of years. It had three halls beneath it. Back when his martial uncle, then at the Upper Cleansing stage of the Golden Core Realm, served as the Northern Yin Hall Master, outsiders had believed that he had attained his position only