Goose-feather snowflakes drifted down in sheets. Beneath the dark clouds, everything lay blanketed in white, and the vast Sifang City had fallen into silence amid the bitter cold.
Suddenly, a tremendous boom rang out from afar. The rolling echoes were like the lingering resonance of a setting sun, refusing to fade for a long while.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. At the summit of Sifang City's highest snow-capped mountain, three figures abruptly appeared—it was Meng Zhao, Zhao Rulíng, and Lord Bei.
Such a massive disturbance had naturally been noticed by everyone in Sifang City. They simply did not know what exactly had happened.
Yet Meng Zhao and the other two were all great masters who had reached the Heavenly Being realm. Their Unrivaled Martial Arts and Primordial Spirits perceived the anomalies of heaven and earth as clearly as lines in the palm of a hand.
They could naturally sense that immense power was erupting somewhere far away, beyond sight—at the very least, it was on the Heavenly Being level.
"Lord Bei, do you have any idea what that is?"
Meng Zhao was puzzled. Judging from the direction, it seemed to align with where the Crystal Palace was located. Could someone have made a move against Long Feng, setting off a Heavenly Being battle and causing such an enormous commotion?
Before his words had even faded, the three of them saw, through the boundless snow and gloomy sky, meteorites plummeting one after another from above the dark clouds. As they fell, friction with the air set their surfaces ablaze with incomparably scorching red light. At last, they turned into fireballs like miniature suns and smashed viciously toward the Arctic Ice Plains!
What a grand display. Someone had used a supreme divine ability to gather floating matter from the void above the nine heavens,