Winter Solstice Heaven-Worshipping Ritual, Part Three

In a dizzying flash, Murong Wan'er and the others had already crossed over the towering palace wall.

The four stood beneath a tree beside the imperial lake. Even Hu Keke and Feng Hao had no idea whether Wang Xian had brought them through a dog hole beneath the palace wall.

Beneath the tree, Wang Xian held something in his hand.

Jingjing gazed toward the Hall of the Son of Heaven. Murong Wan'er stared at Hu Keke and asked, "What's going on? I'm a Spirit Transformation cultivator. How can I crawl through a dog hole?"

"Dong... Dong..."

The golden bell rang. The empress's priest had completed the Heaven-Worshipping ritual, and the sound instantly startled the three of them.

Wang Xian reached out, plucked a snowflake from the plum tree before him, and flicked it toward the Hall of the Son of Heaven.

Murong Wan'er and Hu Keke both started, turning to look in the direction the snowflake had flown...

Only Feng Hao saw it clearly. The snowflake, as heavy as a mountain, landed on the young priest's golden sword.

Even the priest, caught in that fleeting instant, failed to notice the hairline crack that had appeared on his golden sword...

The snowflake was simply too heavy. No sword of the mortal world could bear it.

Gazing toward the Hall of the Son of Heaven, Wang Xian remained silent for a long while before saying, "What a pity."

The three of them stared at him, not understanding what he meant.

Even Feng Hao, clever as he was, couldn't grasp the reason behind Wang Xian's words.

Perhaps even Wang Xian himself didn't understand. That time, when he and his master, Yang Wanjin, had gone to the end of the heavens and crouched beside the Divine Water Pool, drinking their fill.

A single drop