"Whoosh, whoosh!"
The large snowflakes of Lingyu Mountain fell in all directions.
The biting cold wind invaded through mouth and nose, striking eyelids and cheeks with an icy touch, each encounter sending shivers to the bone.
Hua Changdeng could barely hear the world's noise, his dull eyes reflecting the solitary figure in white on the opposite side, more resplendent than the snow.
One person, one sword, rendering the sun and moon dark.
"An immortal among mortals..."
Bazhun'an was like a piece of flawless jade!
Motionless, wisdom hidden within, standing firm between heaven and earth, it was a creation of divine craftsmanship.
When Qingju returned to the body, its Dao method was natural, seamless.
What it manifested was the perfect blend of Yin and Yang, a completeness without flaw or failure.
It was both Wuji and Taiji.
Yet, seemingly immovable like a mountain, with a movement like thunder; the concept of "Ancestral God" was not just for show.
