The Northern Boundary Mountain was perpetually covered in snow that never melted. From a distance, it resembled a colossal white Wall stretching straight to the heavens. Its mid-slopes were already swallowed by the snow, and the scenery higher up remained a mystery no one could solve.
Unlike the winding and undulating South Mountain Range, the Northern Boundary Mountain was a single, colossal peak. It stood like the very pillar of the Northern Boundary, towering over the snowy plains.
In the beginning, even before Jiang Qiu and his people had fully traversed the South Mountain Range, they could already see the silhouette of the Northern Boundary Mountain across a sea of peaks.
A month went by, and the Northern Boundary Mountain remained in sight, a constant beacon guiding their way. It now appeared even more majestic and towering than before, its peak merging the skyline with the snowline.
