The white robes on Su Chen's body were tinged with ink. He was once again that youth in the Muddy World Profound Robe, a Direct Immortal with features as fine as a painting.
He extended his palm.
At this moment.
The Bright Moon vanished.
Rolling black clouds blotted out the sky.
The boundless wind and snow ceased their fall, instead gathering above the Imperial City and evolving into an endless Wind Snow True Intent.
Within the Imperial City, a hundred thousand swords and a million other weapons began to tremble with increasing violence. They seemed to be excited, as if some incredible existence was about to be born.
"This is…"
"What is he trying to do!"
"Who provoked him again? Who is he trying to kill this time…"
In the Imperial City.
Whether they were Grandmasters of the Celestial Alliance or the hidden powers of Great Yu, all felt their scalps tingle. The pressure from the wind and snow in the sky was simply too immense.
