Crack, crack——
Thunder raged and snarled above the Nine Heavens, suddenly appearing amidst the endless leaden clouds, which hung low as if about to fall onto the human world, bringing an overwhelming sense of oppressive pressure.
Countless bolts of lightning burst forth from within, the cold and solemn air seemed to tingle the skin with a numbing sensation.
Plip, plop...
Perhaps it was the scorching heat brought by the thunder, causing the accumulated snowflakes in the clouds to begin melting into raindrops, and then, under the intense temperature, hurl down swiftly from the sky.
On the boundless expanse of a snowy plain at Divine Carving Ridge.
Someone instinctively raised their head, their eyelashes fluttering, their eyes reflecting the raindrops falling from above, magnifying continuously in their pupils.
Upon the raindrops, like mirrors, reflected the continuously collapsing Mysterious Temple, Strange Que, Mysterious Fog...
