Spring rain poured down, roaring as it cascaded from the sky.
Cold currents from the north swept across the mountain ranges, spreading out and dropping the temperature dramatically, delivering a biting chill of spring.
Beneath the White Jade Arch and the Qiankun plaque.
All was silent, the atmosphere oppressively still, carrying a suffocating aura of hostility that added an icy undertone, making the falling spring rain seem like a storm of arrows, heavy with an eerie murderous intent.
The elders of the Qian Yuan Divine Sect sat sternly on their Taishi chairs, their eyelids lowered.
All the Divine Children attempting to participate in the Sect Master's direct disciple entrance test had tried to step through the portal of the Qiankun Small Cave Heaven. Unable to enter further, Jiao Shaoqiu, dressed in an ancient robe, spoke in a deep voice, halting further attempts to enter the Qiankun Small Cave Heaven.
