At dawn, east of Mount Kunlun, on the southern shore of the Western Sea.
Amid snow and wind that filled the sky, a procession so long its tail could not be seen from its head advanced through the thick snow of Hehuang. Before those leading the way, the snow stood waist-high. Rather than walking through it, they were more accurately plowing into it, as though threading their way through a jungle. By the time the last person passed, countless feet had trampled the snow into ice as hard as iron, forcibly carving a broad, level road through the snowfield.
There were not only people in the procession, but beasts as well: magnificent white elephants, slithering giant pythons, and Snow Toads as large as hills. Even the Ice and Snow Palace's mountain-guarding divine beast, a Fourth Realm water-parting qilin, had been brought out. These demons with their vast Divine Abilities neither flew through the heavens nor tunneled through the earth. They too walked on the ground, harnessed with reins and hauling enormous boats behind them. Larger than seagoing ships, the boats were piled with mountains of riches. The treasures' radiance glittered through the wind and snow, looking brighter even than torches.
The Ice and Snow Palace had emptied out its entire fortune!
"We actually made it to Mount Kunlun alive."
At the very front of the procession was an old man who looked sixty or seventy. With a youthful face and crane-white hair, he was well versed in the art of preserving his health. His aura was steady, and he possessed Fourth Realm cultivation.
Gazing at Mount Kunlun, which rose as high as the heavens directly ahead, the old man voiced this sentiment. Then he turned toward an outstanding young man beside him and praised him. "It was all thanks to