When Zhao Layue left, He Zhan was grilling fish for Se Se in the courtyard, while reassuring her that today's hotpot had been delicious. Similar scenes were unfolding in many places throughout White City. Ordinary people comforted one another and helped one another put their worries to rest, but compared with previous years, far fewer believers knelt in worship on the streets.
The Blade Sage had been recuperating in the Small Temple for ninety years. The mortal world had seen no miracles for a long time, and faith naturally grew faint.
These ordinary people did not know that on the snowfield they would never dare set foot upon, cultivators were fighting bloody battles against Snow Nation Monsters at every moment-for their own different purposes.
The war between the Human Race and the Snow Nation had lasted far too long, and humans had gained some understanding of that strange nation. In particular, what had happened around the time the Snow Nation Queen gave birth a century ago had strengthened the human powerhouses' judgment.
No one knew where the life of the Snow Nation originated, but it seemed to need neither food nor primal energy. Cold alone could produce it in an endless stream. Once the number of Snow Nation Monsters exceeded a certain threshold, the cold of the North could no longer sustain them, and those monsters would head south, either of their own accord or driven by the Queen, forming a terrifying beast tide.
If the Human Race did not want to face another great beast tide like the one over seven hundred years ago, they had to ensure that the number of Snow Nation Monsters never exceeded that threshold.
Since the human powerhouses had no way to pull the sun closer to the ground, only one method remained-continually entering