Chapter 825: Snow Falling From the Sky

n, I should have taken over my grandfather's and father's position, to shoulder the burden of the family. But the results of my tests when I was young told me that I wasn't suited for cultivation. I r...The sky was clear and sunny, shining brightly on a vast expanse of land covered in thick white snow. Standing tall against the heavens, an enormous mountain pierced the clouds, appearing to hold up the very sky itself.

Although the mountain was covered by thick fog from mid-slope upwards, on the uncovered half of its body, countless buildings stood densely packed and could be clearly seen.

Even faintly, one could still see figures flickering.

This mountain is called Tiāolù Shān!

Because it is said that this place was originally a plain with no mountains. But one day, this mountain fell from the sky and landed on this plain. Since then, this mountain has been named Tianluo.

How high Heaven-Crushing Mountain really is, no one knows. But even from tens of thousands of miles away, one can clearly see it!

Many tens of thousands of miles away from Mount Tiansuo, there was an endless forest. Near the forest was a small village.

The village was not very large, with only a few hundred people living there from generation to generation. They relied on farming and hunting for a living.

At this moment, at the village entrance, a young man who looked to be in his early twenties was sitting there. He was lazily sunbathing while gazing at the mountain in the distance where the sun was setting.

This young man is Ginger Cloud!

A month ago, when he awoke, he was already in this village.

It is said that he was in a coma in that jungle, and was just found by hunters from the village, who saved him.

Back then, his body was almost completely bruised and battered, as if he had been hit by a mountain.

Everyone believed he was surely dead, but no one expected that not only did he survive, but his wounds gradually healed on their own, and he even woke up.

But the recovery of his injuries brought no excitement to Jiang Yun whatsoever.

Besides his injuries, all of his cultivation base was completely sealed!

This seal, it's a finger, a finger condensed from Dao patterns, just like a mountain, suppressing him within.

He had his blessed cave, his six spirit avatars, and his three divine bodies all suppressed.

Even Su Yang in the midst of a sky-darkening storm cloud, or Huo Du Ming, the lone flame in the Wuyan Puppet Lamp, he couldn't summon. He couldn't even retrieve his storage artifact, thus turning him into a complete mortal.

About what happened during his coma, he was clueless.

He didn't know that after he fell unconscious, a gigantic eye appeared in the boundless paradise. He also had no idea that he was swallowed by an opening rift.

He only knew that he was struck by that finger and thus came to this world.

From the villagers, he learned that the village was called Gudang Village.

Although he didn't know where Gudang Village was located, looking at the white snow all around him and feeling the cold air, he once thought he had arrived in the Realm of Gold Path.

He even happened to arrive at the place where Xue Mu Cheng was.

But, it wasn't until his injuries gradually improved and he stepped out of the house that he realized this world was absolutely not the Jinding Realm, nor any of the seven layers of Dao Prison.

Even, he doubted, this world was not within the Dao Prison.

Because there is only one sun in the sky, and there is not a trace of poison in the air.

This made him involuntarily think of the Shan Hai Realm, of the 100,000 Mang Mountains.

The villagers of Gudang Village are all ordinary people, with no cultivators among them. However, each and every one is kind and simplehearted.

During his time living here, Gingercloud was always well taken care of. All he could do in return was use his medical skills to help alleviate some of their pain.

These days, he has even started going out to farm and hunt with them, working from sunrise to sunset.

Such a peaceful life, Jiang Yun had not experienced it for too long, too long. Although he had lost his cultivation, he still wanted to stay here and spend the rest of his life.

It's a pity, he knew, that for himself this could only be an unrealistic fantasy.

Because I still have too many things to do and too many people to see!

But to do all of this, he had to recover his cultivation base, and he had to destroy the finger inside his body.

But despite his lack of cultivation, he was unable to use even his divine sense or spiritual energy. Although his physical body was still powerful, that finger was illusory. Even if he tore apart his own body, there was no way to destroy it.

Looking at the towering mountain, Jiang Yun said in a deep voice: "To destroy this finger, we must go to Tiansuo Mountain!"

Tianluo Mountain is not just a mountain; in the mouths of the villagers of Gudang Village, it is known as a place where immortals gather.

For what people call "immortals," Jiang Yun knew very well, they were just cultivators!

On the mountain where the sun sets, there is a sect of cultivators. To destroy the fingers within one's own body, they can only seek help from other cultivators or rely on the power of pills!

Of course, the easiest and fastest way is to have someone strong take action.

But that finger, in Jiang Yun's view, was most likely from a master at the Daotai Realm.

Although its inner power has been depleted, to destroy it, at least a powerful cultivator of the Dao realm would be needed.

Jiang Yun didn't even know if there were cultivators of great Dao strength in this strange world, let alone asking them to take action. So the only other option he could think of was pills.

He could still absorb spiritual energy, but only a limited amount. However, if he swallowed large quantities of pills, drawing in a massive influx of spiritual energy, over time, it would still be possible to destroy his finger.

Besides that, Jiang Yun had a strange feeling about the sunset that day. There seemed to be something there that was extremely interesting to him!

In short, no matter what, if you want to restore your cultivation level, you have to go to Tiansuo Mountain!

However, Gudang Village is ten million miles away from Tianlu Mountain. If Jiang Yun only walked there with his two legs, he wouldn't know how long it would take him!

Of course, this can't stop his determination to go to Tianshushan.

Once his injuries are fully recovered, he will set off. Luckily, that day is not far away!

Getting up, he stretched with vigor. Jiang Yun slowly turned and walked into the village, continuing to savor this peaceful and rare life!

That's right, time flies, and in just two months, the weather has become increasingly colder, with heavier snowfall.

Although Ginger Cloud's injuries haven't fully recovered, he is preparing to leave.

That night, Ginger Cloud quietly pushed open the door to her little cottage where she had lived for half a year, intending to leave under the cover of darkness.

This scene also reminded Jiang Yun of the night he left Mangshan!

Although nearly thirty years have passed and I have grown into a powerful cultivator, I still haven't gotten used to parting.

Gently closing the door, Jiang Yun watched as goose-feather like snowflakes fell from the sky. He couldn't help but take a deep breath.

He likes snow.

Because of the snow, it reminded him of a woman named Xueqing!

Stepping onto the thick snow, Ginger Cloud took step by step to the village entrance where she came to a halt.

Looking back at this ancient village of Gudang, now covered in white snow, Jiang Yun said softly: "Thank you all for your care these past days. If Jiang Yun survives this ordeal, I will surely return one day to repay your life-saving grace!"

After finishing his words, Jiang Yun turned around and prepared to leave.

However, at that moment, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Because he saw, beneath the swirling snow, a sword as long as a man, flying toward the village from afar.

On the sword, stood a rather young man of strong build. A look of arrogance was on his face.

Although the snowfall was heavy, not a single flake landed on him.

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