The world is vast and boundless, everything in sight is pure and sparkling white, like a snow-covered mountain range.
Lin Xiaosu, like a solitary mountaineer, climbed step by step on the endless snow-covered mountains.
Until a snow lotus flower bloomed at the peak, like the Heavenly Snow Lotus.
Lin Xiaosu quietly looked at this snow lotus flower.
As if gazing at a long-lost lover.
With his wise eyes, he witnessed that last year a Primordial Spirit paused here, sitting cross-legged, with Spiritual Energy steaming from beneath her, attached to her Primordial Spirit, layer upon layer, slowly transforming into the snow lotus in front of him.
His fingers gently reached out to touch the snow lotus before him.
The petals of the snow lotus were like light garments, layering apart.
One layer divides, and the clouds and winds stir.
Two layers divide, and the seasons change.
