The suddenly appeared sound of the bell seemed to instantly pierce through the forest.
Su Muyao listened attentively as she headed towards it, only to find that the previously serene air around her had suddenly turned frigid, bringing gusty winds and swirling snowflakes.
Fragments of fine white snow appeared out of thin air, spinning and flying everywhere.
The mountain forest was also enveloped in white mist, quickly shrouding the entire ancient forest.
The dense fog surged and rose, completely enveloping Su Muyao.
The gentle Dao Rhyme that had just been reshaped in Heaven and Earth was instantly isolated by the mist.
As if she had entered another world.
Once the wind and snow eased a little, and the fog settled heavily around her, she realized that this was no longer the newly born woodland.
This was a deeper and more tranquil ancient forest.
In the distance, the path forward was so hazy it was hard to make out.
