On this day, from the break of dawn, the sky remained shrouded in mist, with drizzling raindrops falling from above, soaking the ground and blocking the sunlight.
The temperature between Heaven and Earth seemed to have plummeted drastically at this moment. It felt somewhat chilling, and those disciples guarding the Phoenix Sect's sect residence trembled slightly, sensing something unusual.
They were cultivators, unaffected by normal temperatures neither cold nor heat, but this chill seemed to come from the heart, penetrating from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.
"Swoosh..."
Unbeknownst to them, the sky grew darker, and the raindrops became larger. Bolts of lightning coursed through the clouds as if they were roaring, or perhaps wailing.
"What's going on?"
"This weather feels unusual!"
"Why is it so cold?"
