The five hundredth year of Ming, New Year's Day.
Western Kunlun.
At this time of year, spring breezes had already begun thawing the frozen ground in Jiangnan, melting the ice and snow. But in the north, especially high among the towering mountains, this was the coldest season, with snowflakes as large as mats drifting across the sky.
Yet Western Kunlun had undergone a great transformation. Even amid the ice and snow, it now possessed a distinctive charm, utterly unlike the cold, sinister appearance of the Northern Faction's Main Headquarters in earlier years.
They were Daoists from Jiangnan, after all. Looking at these bare, ice-encrusted mountains and thinking of settling here, their first instinct was naturally to plant trees, dig lakes, build palaces, and create scenery.
What Daoist from Jiangnan, particularly one from a great Immortal Sect, did not understand how to manage a cave abode? Who did not understand garden landscaping? Not to mention that they were adorning an immortal abode and cultivation grounds for True Lord Evolving Transformation. These Jiangnan sects and Daoist disciples, who had benefited so richly from the True Lord's blessings, naturally all contributed whatever people and effort they could. Of course, it was not yet their turn to contribute money; several houses in the White Jade Capital were already lining up for that.
Overall supervision of the Kunlun cultivation grounds' construction fell to Zhenchang Xuanzai of the Pure Brightness School's Longevity Palace. The Pure Brightness School was deeply versed in garden landscaping, and Longevity Palace itself boasted the finest gardens in the mountains. Zhenchang Xuanzai's attainments in this field were universally acknowledged as those of a leading master of the age. Thus, upon hearing the news last September, he had hurried over at once and volunteered for the task.
Of course, he was not alone,