The northwestern border, Tianshan Mountain.
The whiteness stretched on forever, from the highest mountain tops to the deepest abyss, as if that was the only color left in this world. Snowy mountains rose up in rows, each more magnificent than the next. Everywhere one turned, they were met by great ice cascades over a hundred meters tall.
Tianshan used to be a windy region, but the breakout and stabilization of the spiritual essence had made one improvement in the climate—it was no longer gusty. At least they didn't need to worry about blizzards.
After four years of changes, the fault in the ice sheets of Tianshan had settled down; they now lay thick and solid over the ground, forming a layer of densely packed snow. It was thanks to this tough surface that they were able to avoid much casualty in their march.
