Chapter 400 Wind, Rain, Thunder, Lightning (2/2)

The distance between the footprints was one feet. No more, no less.

Fang Yanying followed behind her uncle-master, the worry in her eyes could not be wiped away. This was because her uncle-master was going through unimaginable pain and he was deliberately suppressing it. Although he intentionally hid the fact from her, his footprints revealed the truth.

If it was not for the energy that needed to be vented out, her uncle-master would not even leave marks on the thinnest snow.

One of Shen Lian's hand was fair like jade, his other hand was wrapped in white cloth. He did not speak when he was crossing over mountains, neither did he speak when they crossed the big crack in the ground. Shen Lian had not spoken a word for a good ten days, he only walked continuously like a machine.

Fang Yanying was even glad that her uncle-master left his footprints because sometimes when she was in a daze, she would realize that her uncle-master had no vital force at all. He seemed to only have a deathly stillness to him.

At one moment, Fang Yanying passed her uncle-master's silhouette by and her eyes were filled to the brim with snowy white.

This was because it was as though all of the snow storms of this universe had arrived at the mountain in front. Besides the white endless snow, there was no other scenery that could be seen.

Shen Lian finally stopped in his tracks and he stretched his back for comfort. With a slight yawn, he said, ”We're finally here.”

With this stretch of his body, it was like the icy layers that covered the river current had suddenly melted off. Even though it was still very cold, but it was clear that spring was coming. There was nothing or anything that could stop the arrival of spring.

One of Shen Lian's hand was still wrapped in a white cloth, it was snuggly dressed. However, his entire person had swept the deathly stillness away at that period of time. He was exceptionally refreshed and genuine.

The permafrost beneath his feet actually had green young buds sprouting out. In a blink of an eye, its height grew to half a feet and golden flowers bloomed. Shen Lian walked towards the Great Snow Mountain at a leisurely pace. Wherever he walked by, there were wild grass and flowers that grew. The small golden flowers were laid out on the permafrost, as though a golden road was being laid.

There was a story in Buddhism. Back then, when Buddha came down to the mortal world from the ninth heaven, there was Indra who used the Vajra Technique and transformed golden stairways for Buddha to step on to descend to the mortal world. This was to propagate Buddha's immense dignity.

Of course, Shen Lian did not have Indra as his company but the little golden flowers beneath his feet were infected by the Vajra Technique. Even though it still was not the same as the profound Indra's technique, subtle and far-reaching, but it had gotten the meaning of the Vajra.

The snowstorm could not stain it, the permafrost could not stop it.

One small golden flower after another grew luxuriantly and finally spread to the top of the mountain following Shen Lian's footsteps.

From here, a golden winding path was opened and it directly connected to the deepest part of the Great Snow Mountain.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please clickfor visiting.