Drip, drip, drip.
Amidst the chilling wind, raindrops pattered down.
In the darkened sky, a curtain of rain formed.
As night fell, the rain grew heavier, almost like the Heavenly River pouring down!
Occasionally, silver serpents streaked across the sky, invoking awe.
In a sturdy Wu Fort, the firelight blazed within the hearth.
Fine-grade Dream Stones were being devoured by flames, emitting wisps of blue smoke.
Xiang Fei nestled close to the firelight, yet still felt cold.
This night, the ghost rain was larger than any ever seen before.
Even though she was a Leakless Realm martial artist, she couldn't help but light the Dream Stones as a precaution.
In contrast, Luo Chen stood amidst the vastness of the heavens and earth with no protection, which made her quite anxious.
Everyone knew that there were three great calamities within the Great Destruction Realm.
The wind assaults, the ghost rain chills, and the fog destroys all.
