The great snow that had spread for a thousand years seemed to fall upon the Mortal Realm from some unknown place, scarcely ever ceasing.
The line of bitter cold had already advanced across half the Earth, and was still slowly pushing toward the equator.
Viewed from space, Earth looked as though it wore two white caps. Only the middle retained its original blue appearance.
In another thousand years, perhaps the entire Mortal Realm would become a kingdom of snow.
Temperatures throughout the world had also fallen to levels once unimaginable.
The four seasons were a thing of the past. The world had no spring, summer, or autumn, only winter.
Throughout the northern lands, only the Holy City still stood firm, taking in the people of the north.
But the Holy City had only so much space, and could not sustain everyone in the north.
Countless living beings in the north had to find their own way out.
Moreover, as the bitter cold deepened, Jiang Yang's residual divine power was slowly consumed. Though the process was very slow, after a thousand years, if nothing changed, the city might well be swallowed by winter too.
Even the outskirts of the Holy City had begun to see snow.
Winter's line of bitter cold never stopped advancing south.
The Mount Tai Divine Court now lay within the snowbound northern world as well.
But the people of the Divine Court were all powerful experts with profound cultivation. No matter how bitter the cold grew, it had no effect on them.
Over a hundred Divine Court Guards diligently stood watch on Mount Tai, guarding Jiang Yang, who had stood on its summit for a thousand years.
Indeed, Jiang Yang had stood on Mount Tai's summit for a full thousand years, and was still in the process