The nights at Broken Blade Mountain were tranquil, with no sound from insects or birds. The cold wind brushed aside the clouds and fog, and the moonlight reflected off the snow, casting a layer of icy cold light onto the ten thousand li of mountain ranges, lying horizontally like sword blades.
Legend had it that this place was an ancient battlefield for cultivators, where the intense aggression of weapon fiends and evil qi dissipated over the long years, allowing the resurgence of myriad forms of life. Even so, the wind blowing out from Broken Blade Mountain still carried with it a bracing chill that made people subconsciously hold their breath.
After the Frost Calamity, this bracing chill turned into a stark freezing air, and the white frost covering the mountain ridges shone like the polished edge of a sword blade, causing one to subconsciously turn their head with just one glance.
