Outside the cave mansion, snow and wind engulfed the sky. The deeper one ventured into the Small Cold Realm, the heavier the chill became. Zhang Yan looked up towards the towering heights, sipping on his wine to stave off the cold while studying the stone-carved words on the cave walls.
This was the last cave mansion he had searched, for it was located at nearly the northernmost part of the Small Cold Realm. Those cultivators who could reach this place were often deeply accomplished in their cultivation and resolute in their Dao Heart, coming here with the determination to succeed or never return—far different from the people he had encountered before.
From a few fragmented words carved into the stone, he even discerned hints of joy and delight, revealing that someone had in the final moments successfully broken through and transcended the realm, departing freely. They had finally escaped the enigmatic threshold of life and death and returned to the light of day and moon.
