"Good, let's cast the 'Taiping Scripture' together!"
The Taiping Three Ancestors shouted in unison, linking their palms to form a circle.
Violent True Essence surged between the three of them, pulsating back and forth.
The ambiance of the entire Taiping Mountain began to feel eerily distorted.
It was September, and the heat was still unbearable. Yet, snowflakes began to float down from the sky, accompanied by bizarre flashes of lightning and rolls of thunder.
The snowflakes, as big as goose feathers, fell thicker and faster. The lush woods were withered in an instant. Flowers, grasses, and trees were all buried under the heavy snow, leaving no trace.
At the same time, the Taiping Three Ancestors, suspended in mid-air, started to spin, creating a massive cyclone of wind and snow.
