The Great Snow Mountain was the foremost ancestral mountain range beyond the passes, stretching for tens of millions of li, its peaks towering high and its glaciers crisscrossing the land.
Thus, the tribespeople of the hundred peoples revered it as their spiritual totem, prostrating themselves before it for generations.
Legend held that ten thousand years ago, a High God had descended here and passed down methods of cultivation.
The Great Snow Mountain had thereby risen to become a sacred land of the Martial Dao.
Jiang Yi transported himself ten thousand li from the Water-Moon Grotto-Heaven and set foot on the snowy summit.
The instant his figure settled, it was as though a majestic divine mountain had crashed to earth, violently shaking the surrounding world.
"This world truly cannot accommodate me..."
After his Divine Sense soared to [Foundation Establishment], Jiang Yi faintly felt as though an immense weight pressed down upon his head, leaving him stifled and unable to stretch freely. "Dao Lords rarely reveal themselves in the Jambudvipa Vast Land. Presumably, it is for the same reason.
"The world is like a small room. The higher one's cultivation, the more cramped it feels, leaving no room to swing one's fists or stretch one's legs."
Jiang Yi looked thoughtful. He had yet to truly enter [Foundation Establishment], but this Mortal Realm already could not contain him, faintly beginning to suppress him. No wonder the virtuous Patriarchs of the great Dao Lineages all eventually ventured beyond the world.
Having the Heavenly Lord press down upon his head for no reason was truly unpleasant.
"Were it not for the Heavenly Book's warning, I would have shattered the void and ascended.
"Now, I can only let the world's Spirit Refining Grandmasters take that step first..."
Jiang Yi flicked his sleeve and stood with his