In the midst of the swirling snow, Immortal Absolute sat slumped, his gaze cold and hollow, as if he had become one with the desolate snowy landscape.

The snow fell like silver, the chill pervasive, forming a thin white layer on him, mirroring the despair in his heart that could not be erased.

The snowflakes danced around him, turning into cold specks without a trace of warmth, as if mocking his inner plight and poverty.

He sat alone in the snow, feeling alienated from the world, unable to find his place. The joy of becoming stronger, the thrill of being acknowledged by the Dao Ancestor, had all vanished. Now, he felt nothing but emptiness and loss.