Snow? Looking up, An Jing caught a snowflake and felt its icy chill as it dissolved in his palm. Indeed, we're in the northwest… Could the snow calamity be causing this? But could its impact reach this far? Perhaps the heavens are about to change.0

At this moment, the fiend qi had dissipated, leaving only a battered, golden knuckle at the heart of the vilespawn fiend's corpse.0

What's this? Something stirred within him. An Jing stepped forward to retrieve it. Is this something left behind by the adept who severely wounded the vilespawn fiend? Adept Shu…0

A potent yang qi remained, gathering within the knuckle and continuously incinerating the lingering fiend qi. But as soon as the fiend qi vanished, the knuckle settled down, its bright gold exterior fading into a dull, brassy finish.0

An Jing paused in silence before tucking it away.0

Ultimately, this man fell fighting the heavenly fiend to protect the people and followers of this land. Even if he had...0