At the top of Snow Mountain, there was an ice lake.
The lake emitted a blue glow, which was incredibly dreamlike.
In the lake, numerous snow lotus flowers were blooming.
This scenery left Zhang Chi in awe.
"It is indeed the world of cultivation, where even the mountain tops have lakes."
Zhang Chi quietly complained. In the world of cultivation, the laws of physics sometimes failed, which made sense.
They were at the edge of the lake, where shattered ice blocks slowly drifted towards them, stopping in front of the lotus pickers.
At this moment, Zhang Chi's heart held a newfound reverence for the deity of Snow Mountain.
The water in the lake was extremely cold. Zhang Chi had a faint feeling that if he touched it, he would likely be frozen into an ice sculpture.
He began to focus his mind and hypnotize himself.
Clearing distractions from his mind, he prepared to step onto the ice.
