Before the whirling beast arrived, it began snowing. But upon a closer look, it wasn’t snow, but some kind of white powder. All of Heaven Sacred Mountain was covered in this powder in a short period of time; except for the Heaven Cauldron, everything had turned white. 

Upon looking up, Ouyang Jianwang saw a pale beast descending from the sky. It was an enormous white moth that resembled a cloud. In its cold, apathetic eyes were nine hundred and ninety-seven stars. The moth was flapping its wings, spreading the powder everywhere. 

“If it weren't for the Heaven Cauldron’s protection, I would’ve been poisoned by this powder!” 

When Ouyang Jianwang stretched out his hand, he saw the white powder devouring the cauldron pattern as if it were alive.

“Who would’ve thought that the second ghoul...