"The Divine Farmer's Cauldron!"
Everyone looked toward the location of the Divine Farmer's Cauldron in unison, only to see the Eight Sceneries converging atop the Divine Farmer's Cauldron, pouring into the body of a Daoist figure.
He intended to take back the Divine Farmer's Cauldron!
This thought flashed through their minds as the Su Nu outside of the peak plucked the guitar strings, transforming the notes into a Qingluan, with the Yin Qi condensing into frost.
"Yin Qi condenses and snow falls out of season."
The cold was biting, the sound waves took form, and countless hexagonal snowflakes danced by. The extreme Yin Qi instantaneously froze the space above and below the Divine Farmer's Cauldron, solidifying it into pure white ice.
Then, with the twang of a string, the ice exploded like thunder, blasting out innumerable specks of pure white frost.
