Little Cold Mountain might carry the word "little" in its name, but it was anything but small. The mountain soared tens of thousands of feet high. Halfway up, it was cut off by a layer of clouds. Above them, a vast expanse of white snow created a boundless, wintry vista.
At the summit, several peaks converged to form a massive depression in the center. For years on end, melting snow had trickled down into it, gradually creating a vast, azure lake. This place had long been devoid of human presence, and the lake water was exceptionally clear, untainted by a single speck of dust.
In the heart of the lake lay a small island.
A treasure tree grew there, its entire form radiating a lustrous, glaze-like brilliance.
The tree was roughly several tens of feet tall with a luxuriant canopy. A misty radiance shimmered on each branch, swaying with the wind and showering down waves of pure light.
Rich Life Essence flowed there, a white expanse filled to the brim with Immortal Qi.
