"Is this... a heavenly phenomenon...?"
Around the lake, the Luo River Sect elders who had been waiting for another three days all stared strangely at the changes in the sky. The suddenly appearing crescent moon hung in the air as though it were tangible, and even the patch of misty clouds seemed utterly real, with scarcely any trace of a spell visible. No wonder they believed it to be a heavenly phenomenon.
Of everyone present, only Luo Tian could see a few clues and guess that this was a phenomenon unique to saint-rank spells.
"The crescent moon has appeared... the drifting clouds are faintly visible... so what comes next?" Luo Tian murmured to himself. He ignored the elders' alarm and quietly waited for the next phenomenon to appear.
Not long afterward, just as the drifting clouds lightly obscured the crescent moon, wind suddenly rose all around them.
At first, the wind was weak, and everyone assumed it was merely a nighttime breeze, paying it no heed. But gradually, the wind began to howl. This strange sound spread throughout the Luo River Sect, accompanied by an icy gale that made everyone feel a chill.
"What's going on? Why did the wind suddenly pick up?" the crowd asked in confusion. Several elders with relatively weaker cultivation immediately pulled their clothes tighter around themselves, revealing their sensitivity to the cold.
Many people noticed this scene. At first, no one reacted, but in the next moment, everyone realized something was wrong!
Who among those qualified to stand here was not an elder at the Nascent Soul stage or above? With their cultivation, how could ordinary cold winds possibly make them shiver?
"Something's wrong!!! This wind is strange... and that crescent moon in the sky... I keep feeling a kind of bone-deep dread... What exactly