Six days trapped inside while winter tried murdering everything that dared to exist outside.
The storm raged like a spirit beast denied its prey and taking the rejection personally. Snow fell in amounts that made "accumulation" seem cute. Temperature dropped to levels where exposed skin froze within seconds and breath crystallized mid exhale. The kind of weather that reminded everyone why cultivators built proper shelter and mortals reconsidered life choices.
Very "nature as personal enemy" energy. Boston blizzards had nothing on cultivation world Heavenly Yin doing its worst.
For Core Formation cultivators, winter storms were inconvenience. Peak Core like Liu Mei could walk through blizzards naked if social conventions and basic dignity didn't exist. But for Foundation Realm and below? Genuine threat requiring shelter, supplies, and constant vigilance against cold that killed quietly.
