At some point, heavy snow began to fall, blanketing the mountains and burying the creatures. Snowflakes swirled down ceaselessly for more than ten days, and the Green Thunder, fully covered in snow, looked from afar like a snow-capped turtle mountain.
However, the sudden flashes of lightning amidst the snowfall marked the mountain as extraordinary.
The snow kept coming down, heavier and heavier.
The turtle-shaped snow mountain shrunk a little more. Compared to when Su He first saw it, the size of the Green Thunder was now less than two-thirds of its original size.
With the Green Thunder unmoving, Zong Sunye could only look up at the heavy snow piling up on the Glazed Cover, feeling as if he were sealed inside a snow hut—its quiet world was nearly enough to drive one mad.
At this moment, as only a spirit soul, he couldn't even cultivate. He could count every single hair on his body clearly.
