The Lion's Roar was an innate Divine Ability. Now that the Lion was using his roar to chant a spell, its effects were far from ordinary. Moreover, he was chanting the "Snowfall Spell," which was especially compatible with his snow mountain body, making it twice as effective for half the effort.
There was another point: Mountain Lords were wondrous spirits born and nurtured by nature, beloved by heaven and earth and brought into being through the workings of creation. When their spiritual awareness awakened, heaven and earth bestowed special favors upon them. When the Lion awakened, for instance, heaven and earth responded and granted him one Gang and one baleful intent. The Gang was "Flying Snow Filling the Sky Gang," and the baleful intent was "Silver Frost Piling Like Jade Baleful Intent." As he cast his spell now, the Lion also blended the magical principles of that snow Gang and frost baleful intent into it.
With the might of the altar and the advantage of the land joined with the Dao to draw upon as well, this spell of his became rather extraordinary.
Cold spread through the air, and fragments of ice crystallized out of it. Great flakes of silvery snow drifted down, like the scales of a jade dragon or gleaming blades, striking the Asura blood clouds surrounding the altar.
Cheng Xinzhan was surprised by the sight as well. The Lion was usually so indolent, yet it seemed he had learned some real skills. Besides, what Cheng Xinzhan usually taught him was mostly Earth Arts, spells, suppression arts, and the like; he had actually taught him little of the Thunder Arts for Praying for Clear Skies and Rain.
He still remembered how, when he taught the Lion Thunder Arts, the Lion's eyelids had fought to stay open, his golden