As Fang Qianyuan's divine sense swept through the Lin Mountain Grotto-Heaven, encroaching upon its origin power and constructing his own system of laws, a will seemed to wail in the unseen depths.
Crimson blood rain fell from the sky. Mud splashed and miasma spread, while the earth trembled faintly as though shaken by an earthquake.
It was the final weeping of the Heavenly Dao's will.
But in the age of dharma decline, the Great Dao remained hidden and the Heavenly Dao was incomplete. Like a bedridden invalid, it was powerless to stop Fang Qianyuan.
After all these days of wearing it down, like slicing flesh with a dull knife, Fang Qianyuan had grasped its weaknesses, eroded its strength bit by bit, and seized its foundations. His laws would ultimately take root here and bring it under his control. That outcome was already assured.
Savage winds blew relentlessly, their extreme cold freezing every tree, blade of grass, river, and valley.
As the days passed, ever-thicker frost and snow covered the land, and the vegetation began to wither and die.
Life was gradually disappearing from this world, replaced by a frozen purgatory as bitterly cold as the polar wastes.
Before anyone knew it, seven days had passed.
The Lin Mountain Grotto-Heaven, once fairly teeming with life, had become a world of ice and snow.
The entire world seemed shrouded in a thick layer of smoke and dust. Howling gales swept across it again and again, black winds like dense smoke carrying shards of ice and powdered snow.
This was no longer a paradise where living beings could dwell in peace, but a wasteland riddled with scars after a great battle.
Yet an ordinary battle could never fundamentally change a world's natural environment. Only a battle of Heavenly Daos, fought at the level