Within the Void Heavenly Realm, countless peach blossoms left their trees and rose with the wind. The skyful of blossoms set off the entire heavens in breathtaking splendor before streaming toward the void.
No disturbance this great had occurred since the Void Heavenly Realm was opened. Luo Ling was not merely bringing down a blizzard; he was forcibly pushing the Xiongnu's national fortunes back by at least twenty years.
The northern nomads had no century-long fortune. For a nomadic people, pushing their national fortunes and their peak back twenty years might mean they would never reach that peak again.
Twenty years was an entire generation, enough for an agrarian state to accumulate strength. A change in the great tide of the world like this could demand any price.
Amid the Yin Mountains, the Xiongnu watched helplessly as the sky, clear for ten thousand miles only moments before, began to turn gray. Even their warhorses grew restless.
Modu did not think this had anything to do with Luo Ling. That was simply how the Grasslands were: the weather changed without warning. Clear skies could become violent winds and torrential rain in moments. At its most extreme, the sky could clear three times and unleash three downpours in a single afternoon.
Then everyone heard a loud shout.
"Wind, come!"
Luo Ling stood high atop the boulder, looking slightly down at the crowd as vast quantities of Fortune Points poured into the God of the Four Seasons.
The Divine Artifact activated!
Creaking sounds rang in Ji Zhao's ears.
Ji Zhao's pupils turned silvery white as he looked toward the sky. Beneath its blue surface, countless chains of rules and order shimmered with flowing light. Most trembled faintly, while one extended from the void and linked to the God of the Four Seasons in