Deep within the Taihang Mountain Range, countless continuous mountains rolled on, but one transcendent snow-capped peak towered into the clouds. This snow mountain was unimaginably majestic, deathly silent, and absolutely frigid. In the entire Hundred Thousand Mountains, there were only two such peaks.
At this moment, two figures and a massive Fire Phoenix suddenly shot over from the distance, blurring into a streak of crimson before descending from the sky in the blink of an eye. They didn't land too high up, only reaching the mountainside, where a gigantic stone stele stood. Three large characters were carved into the stele: Fox Saint Mountain. Several figures hurriedly flew over from afar to meet them.
"Where is Daoist Qingqiu? An old friend from Tian Nie has come to visit," a crisp, melodic voice rang out.
However, there was no response from the snow mountain itself. Instead, the approaching figures spoke up in a flustered panic.
