Tan Shuchang had always considered himself born into a scholarly family and had also been a young star atop the honor roll, a true parasite of the upper class. He should have been holding significant local authority, receiving endless gifts, spending boundless money, enjoying innumerable years, and marrying countless concubines. How had he ended up becoming a demonic cultivator? After pondering for a long time and still not understanding, he slowly emerged from the pool of blood, deciding to think it over gradually…
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Seven mountains, five peaks, thirteen river veins; these represent the twenty-five Cave Heavens and Blessed Lands of the Jiawu Realm, and also mark the boundaries of the twenty-five states within it.
The place where snow flutters in August is Vast Cold State.
Located beyond the seventeen states governed by the Zi Xuan dynasty, it is considered beyond the reach of the imperial power, where the court's influence cannot extend.
In Vast Cold State, there are no four seasons, only winter.
Endless snowfall is the norm of this realm. When it does not snow, it's akin to fine weather in other regions. Such a place is undoubtedly unsuitable for ordinary beings to thrive.
Fortunately, cultivators extremely proficient in forbidden powerful techniques have set up one formation after another here, borrowing the power of heaven and earth to resist the harsh climate, thus sheltering the common folk of this land.