"Boom!"
"Rumble!"
It was not the sound of thunder, but a random light snore from the lonely and colossal deity of snow mountains who was stirred by these nonentities in its sound sleep on this land frozen for eternity.
By extracting the ancient seal, Gu Yu released the lump of spiritual essence that had been long under suppression. The deafening sound coming out of the lake was like exploding bombs, shaking the massif of the mountains loose, and an avalanche followed.
Unlike ferocious mud-rock flows, earthquakes, or floods, there was something beautiful about an avalanche.
The three of them looked up and saw the layer of snow at the mountain peak snap suddenly. Tiers upon tiers of snow plates and chunks started moving, as if on command. It was like the deity was shaking off a white robe.
