The sun rose and set; springs turned to autumns.
This solitary island remained as it had always been—desolate and barren, its Spiritual Qi thin.
The Cave Mansion on the island was protected by a functioning Array Prohibition, its entrance still sealed shut.
Several years slipped away.
Not until the fourth winter, amidst a flurry of heavy snow, did the entrance, sealed for years, finally swing open.
A figure in worn green robes appeared at the mouth of the cave as Chu Mu slowly walked out.
Beneath the concealing Array Prohibition, the heavy snow fell unimpeded, passing right through it. The area surrounding the cave was already covered in a thick layer of snow.
As far as the eye could see, the entire island was draped in white, a crystalline, snow-covered landscape.
Chu Mu looked deeply exhausted, but despite his fatigue, he couldn't suppress the look of joy on his face.
