Above the Vault Sky, the Cloud Sea churned.
It was clearly a place untouched by the four seasons, yet an eerie frost and snow now drifted through it. Everywhere the eye passed was shrouded in dim gloom; even the sound of the wind had stilled.
Great silence.
At the heart of the Cloud Sea, a young man in splendid robes sat cross-legged, his hands forming seals as he held a bright full moon in his palm, casting out threads of cold light.
This full moon was the center of Heaven and Earth's wind and frost. Cold radiance coiled around him like illusory mist, giving rise as it drifted to countless Images—a moon laurel, a jade disc, an ice toad—only for them to vanish in a flash. In the end, they all drew back in, making the full moon shine ever brighter and illuminating a silent face.
Solemn Mystic Frost!
This was Lu Yang's third Divine Ability after Weapon Master and Stubborn Gold Lord. It belonged to Xin Metal and had been transformed from Upholding Dharma.
At that moment, Lu Yang held it in his palm.
Without any deliberate action from him, streams of moonlight flowed forth, resonating with Heaven and Earth as they steadily pressed down on the robed young monk below.
"Where did this Sacred Sect fellow cultivator come from!?"
Arhat Fulong raised his head and let out a shrill roar. He had never imagined that after setting bait to fish for a Qi Refining cultivator, he would instead be hooked by someone else!
The other party's cultivation was clearly a notch above his.
And this bastard had still set a trap and launched a sneak attack! Add to that the fact that they were in Jiangbei—Arhat Fulong did not need to think to know that some Sacred Sect