Time went by, and before long twenty days had passed since the start of the trial. The blizzard that had seemed endless finally began to weaken. The screaming wind died down, the snow no longer poured from the sky, and the whole land grew quiet.
Everywhere Li Yun looked, the world was covered in silvery white snow, and the pure scenery slowly calmed his mind. Without realizing it, he closed his eyes. His breathing grew fainter and fainter, and his mind emptied.
Then something subtle happened. His presence began to merge with the snowfield around him, and no aura leaked from his body at all. Even someone standing only a few steps away might have struggled to sense him.
Snow gradually piled up on him. His hair turned white first, and then his eyebrows disappeared under the snow. Eventually, his whole body was buried, and from a distance there was no sign that anyone was standing there at all.
