WHOOSH~
Goose-feather snow fell, blanketing the world in silver.
Nearly ten days had passed since Wu Dao returned to Lancang County City from Martial King Mountain.
In those ten days, the weather had grown increasingly foul.
The dark clouds never dispersed, occasionally unleashing torrents of snow upon the world. The ominous, heavy aura pervading heaven and earth grew ever thicker.
In fact, it wasn't just the Southern Border.
The other four regions also suffered various natural and unnatural disasters to differing degrees.
The Western Desert was afflicted by a persistent drought, its scorching sun like a furnace.
The East Sea was wracked by floods and tidal waves, swallowing countless lives.
The Northern Lands were overrun by plagues, with disease running rampant.
Even in the Central Plains, the heartland where the fortunes of the Human Dao gathered, the earth dragons frequently turned over, causing earthquakes that destroyed one city after another.
