A flower blooms, a petal falls—each has its own law.
Over the past several years, spectacular phenomena have frequently appeared on the Immortal Reception Platform where Ancestor Bai was in secluded cultivation, each a dazzling display.
Sometimes, it was as scorching as fire; to enter it was like drawing near the Great Sun, on the verge of being vaporized at any moment.
At other times, it was frigidly cold; even the biting wind seemed to congeal, its movement slowing to a crawl.
There were also torrential downpours that caused the waterways on Qii Mountain to swell. The waters of several lakes overflowed their banks, submerging a great deal of farmland.
Then, in an instant, the rain would turn to frost, covering everything with a thin, icy layer.
In the face of such phenomena, which could easily affect the land for a hundred li around, the few descents of the Realm that occurred intermittently went completely unnoticed, even though each one was vastly different.
