At the same time.
Mystic Ice Hall.
Howling cold winds swept through the snowy peaks, seeming eternal and unceasing, lending several shades of bleak killing intent to this vast palace complex that looked as though it had been carved from ice crystals.
Snowflakes drifted down from dense clouds, landing upon the carved tiles and soaring eaves that seemed forged from ice and snow. In an instant, they merged with the entire structure.
From afar, heaven and earth were a field of snow, vast and desolate.
Only the flashing hems and fluttering sleeves glimpsed amid the rolling buildings faintly revealed a trace of mortal warmth.
At the highest, most central point of the complex stood a Mystic Ice Pavilion.
This was the famed Master Binglan's long-term secluded cultivation grounds. Only core disciples were occasionally fortunate enough to receive a summons and gain some instruction here.
Without her summons, even personal disciples were forbidden from entering without permission.
Today.
This Mystic Ice Pavilion seemed somewhat different.
The fierce blizzard that had perpetually shrouded its surroundings seemed to have faded considerably. A thread of golden sunlight pierced through the thick clouds and shone upon the Mystic Ice Pavilion, making it gleam brilliantly.
Outside the main hall of Mystic Ice Hall.
Besides buildings of all kinds and purposes, the largest area was occupied by an ice-crystal-like plaza.
Several arenas had been built upon this plaza. The largest and sturdiest among them could withstand battle between Celestial Realm cultivators without being easily damaged.
Every day, Mystic Ice Hall disciples came to the arenas to spar, verifying one another's progress in Xuanwu Combat Techniques and cultivation arts.
Such a valiant, ever-advancing atmosphere was naturally quite different from the tranquil and peaceful Evergreen Valley.
They immersed themselves in cultivation and reveled in battle.
For this reason.