My head must have been caught in a door. Qin Fen began trembling, shaking the snowflakes off his head. He felt as though the whole world were swaying, and all the strength seemed to have drained from his body.
The rapid depletion of his vitality, energy, and spirit was almost too much even for Qin Fen's extraordinary physique. That was the tragedy of the immortal-mortal separation: even a Golden Immortal was worthless in the Mortal Realm. Forget using spells-if Qin Fen faced a Buddha like Dipamkara, who lacked great fortune, he could beat him senseless and crush him with a flick of his hand. That was why Saints fought over fortune.
Looking at the devastation before him, Qin Fen was a little stunned. Was this really my power?
He couldn't help lowering his head to look at his hands. For a moment, he struggled to accept it. This ability was completely beyond human.
No, it should have been called a miracle!
"A miracle! My God, we're saved!" The foreigners began getting up from the ground, tossing whatever they could into the air.
Song Shaoqing brushed off his clothes. "I'm actually fine! I survived an avalanche! Survive a disaster, and good fortune is sure to follow!"
"Exactly! We'll have something to brag about when we get home. That was an avalanche!"
An avalanche was a death trap with almost no escape, yet they had suddenly escaped it just like that. Everyone was overwhelmed with excitement. The joy of cheating death brought tears to their eyes, and some even knelt in the snow to kiss the ground.
Nobody believed Qin Fen had done any of this, because that was impossible. "Miracle" became the hottest topic of the moment.
A miracle had happened today, and they had witnessed it!
"Holy shit, I actually