At this moment, it was as if the Monk sensed something. He softly chanted, "All day I look at the sky without lifting my head; only when cherry blossoms begin to bloom do I raise my eyes. Even if you have a Sky-covering Net, once one slips through that tight gate, it's all over anyway..."
As his voice fell, his forehead slowly lifted. A dazzling streak of radiance flashed from his brow like reflected light—only, it was actually a mirror.
Within that mirror, the image of Snow God Mountain, shrouded in cloud and mist, appeared in stark relief. The Heavenly Gate atop the Divine Mountain was fully displayed within the mirror: the exquisitely carved beams and eaves of the Divine Temple perched upon the icy peak corresponded with the vast and imposing grand doors of the great hall—small within large, large within small. Behind the gate stretched a long corridor like a beast choosing its prey, adding a powerful sense of depth and lending the scene an unfathomable air of mystery.
