Warning: The current level of Vast Nether Cold Qi within a hundred thousand li of the Dragon Head City branch altar is Level 6. Within the next twelve shichen, maximum fluctuations may reach Level 7. Please take proper precautions.
A striking line of information surfaced on the Hidden Origin Jade Talisman, bright red—dangerously red.
And this was already the fifteenth day. Ever since Bai Yu had begun refining some sort of material for his master, Frost Lord, the Vast Nether Cold Qi outside the city had never dropped below Level 6. On one day, there had even been Vast Nether Cold Qi fluctuations reaching Level 8.
It was downright life-threatening. Level 8 Vast Nether Cold Qi! Though it had lasted less than thirty seconds, the commotion had been truly terrifying.
Dragon Head City's walls had nearly been blown down. The howling cries had even frightened the mortals into trembling.
Now, on the streets of the city, neither mortals nor cultivators went out unless absolutely necessary.
Even with the Hidden Origin Bell's protection, the temperature within the city had fallen to minus twenty degrees.
Snow stretched endlessly, and cold winds howled—a standard winter scene. But the problem was that Dragon Head City's mortals did not even know what winter was.
It was not because they were foolish. Rather, Dragon Head City and its surroundings had always been warm as spring over the years. At most, there had been a few torrential rains. Torrential rain and bitter cold seemed like ancient tales from their grandfathers' generation.
The cultivators did not step in at a time like this, and the mortals themselves had no organization. The former government offices and the like had mostly been staffed by cultivators. Now that Bai Yu had given the order for everyone to enter seclusion,