Lin Yun had never imagined that he wouldn't falter due to the cold, nor falter fighting the various lesser creatures of the Snow Mountain, yet he lost his way amidst the snow peaks.
Everywhere he looked was a vast expanse of white. Lin Yun couldn't discern any directions, and when he tried to use his Divine Sense to explore further, he felt an inexplicable suppressive force.
Well then, just trust your eyes!
Lin Yun's vision was pretty good; he could see far, but no matter how far he looked, it was all just a blanket of snow with no particularly eye-catching landmarks.
"Anyway, heading uphill is correct."
Lin Yun could only choose a route that sloped upwards, reasoning that others undergoing their trials would do the same—there had to be a path where the wagon meets the mountain, and if there wasn't, then he would make his own.
He was completely unaware that he had deviated from the intended route and stumbled upon the path with the highest concentration of creatures.
