“Oh? You’re finally here again.” The spirit of Argent Snow looked at Lu Yun with surprise when the young man manifested at the end of the first domain.
“You still remember me?” Lu Yun looked back, startled.
“My memories aren’t scrambled, why wouldn’t I remember you?” The spirit looked wordlessly at the candidate. “Well? Have you grasped the ultimate peak of the first domain yet?” he yawned lazily.
“Just about.” Lu Yun nodded and took out Argent Snow.
The surroundings changed around them—a wandering stone path appeared beneath Lu Yun’s feet and snowflakes drifted down. The autumn breeze, falling leaves, and a lonesome goose formed the picture of late autumn.
Autumn was yet to depart, but snow had arrived.
This was the ultimate peak of the first domain that Lu Yun had grasped—a painting of autumn snowfall.
The spirit’s expression froze when faced with the scroll. Snow in autumn was indeed the first snowfall. He melted away in the picture and turned to ash.
Lu Yun stepped forward with Argent Snow in hand, advancing into the twenty-eighth floor, twenty-ninth, thirtieth… He blew through all of them with unstoppable momentum and didn’t experience any resistance whatsoever.
“How… how is this possible, he…” The spirit appeared again and again, but died each time before he had a chance to make a move. He didn’t even know what killed him.
The autumn breeze? Falling leaves? Drifting snow? Or the winding stone path beneath Lu Yun’s feet?
“I actually have another Diagram of Autumn Snowfall, but it should’ve been one of Glorious Snowdrift. It appeared before the one of snow in autumn—quite an interesting aberration.” Lu Yun stopped at the eighty-first level. He’d merely opened the scroll and easily reached this level without expending any effort at all.
The spirit stood in front of him with a rueful chuckle. “I see now… You can make it to the three hundredth and sixty-fifth level with this painting alone.”
“Are there only three hundred and sixty-five levels?” Lu Yun blinked.
“Three hundred and sixty-five is the number of a great cycle. Soul Dominion exists as the foundation of the known and unknown, and the perfection of truth and logic,” the spirit responded. “Thus, three hundred and sixty-five levels is the most perfect number for the first domain. Any further will place you in the Domain of Glorious Snowdrift.”
Peak First Snowfall was naturally Glorious Snowdrift. Having understood the implications, Lu Yun continued forward with Argent Snow.
“How many have ever reached that level of great perfection?” he asked as he strolled along. The path beneath his feet stretched to the end of said perfection.
“Jian Xue reached it, once.”