As Fang Qianyuan activated his spell formula, the sky darkened for hundreds of yards around him. Cold winds howled, and in an instant, the air turned bitingly frigid.
Alongside the black mist, thick as smoke, a snow-white blast of frosty wind surged forth, sweeping out like a dragon. Black and white intertwined, just as Yin-Yang entwined within the great Dao of heaven and earth.
Wherever it passed, the ground froze, trees stiffened, and ice coated the vegetation. Everything seemed to plunge swiftly into the deepest, bitterest winter.
Invisible whirlwinds also coiled into being, forming rapidly spinning vortices several yards or even dozens of yards across.
As though alive, they raced through the area covered by Wind Blade Frost Sword, crashing about wildly and sweeping up everything in their paths.
With the enhancement of the spellcasting gu Golden-Wing Grub, vast quantities of slightly weaker but almost identically formed whirlwinds, frosty mist, and black vapor filled the surrounding area. Sand flew and stones hurtled through the air; even trees snapped, and cracks appeared everywhere.
After his recent cultivation, Fang Qianyuan had completed his improvements to the divine ability spell Wind Blade Frost Sword. Most notably, it had increasingly come to resemble the divine abilities of the ancient Dharma Dao: a fused power that followed his will and moved at his command, like a master painter wielding his brush freely, yet producing something exquisitely intricate.
It was no longer the rigid spell it had once been, so both its appearance and its mode of attack had changed dramatically.
Originally, Wind Blade Frost Sword had two modes: releasing its power slowly over a prolonged period, or unleashing it in an instant to kill a powerful enemy. Fang Qianyuan was now using the former, which more closely resembled a dark ice storm unleashed through the