That layer of ice and snow had fallen behind the floating ship.
The rain divided the two worlds.
One stretch of Divine Mountain remained vast and verdant, bearing both ancientness and the heavy aura of the earth.
Yet the world beyond the rain was wrapped in pristine ice and snow, bitterly cold enough to freeze one to the bone.
The four seasons of these two utterly different worlds formed a tableau that was strikingly different, yet still exceptionally harmonious.
Many cultivators had already emerged from the floating ship.
Having arrived at the central region, these cultivators had naturally followed at Zhu Changshou's side.
Now that they had reached this place, passing the trials of this dao field was their foremost objective.
Someone glanced at the drizzling rain beyond the ship.
Rainwater dripped from the eaves, pattering away, then silently merged into the radiance of the formation when it fell to the ground.
The air within remained untouched by a single drop, free of the dampness and rain-qi permeating heaven and earth.
"This rain is indeed strange."
"True enough. The seasons in this place are in disorder. Who knows what changes this rain might bring?"
"There may be nothing strange about the rain itself, but in a place like this, there is no harm in being cautious about everything."
A cultivator took out a tortoiseshell and began divining with practiced familiarity, muttering under his breath.
Lu Qing was also admiring the rain.
Before this, he had seen the boundless wind and snow spanning a million years upon the Long River of Time brought by the Four Seasons Bird.
Now there was this same tardy drizzle, carrying the same aura of time.
The mysteries within could only be sensed, never put into words.
He looked at the light rain before him.
Raindrops