Snowflakes fell silently, initially melting before reaching the ground, but as the temperature of the honey pot world dropped, they landed on leaves.
Domestic animals such as cows, sheep, and pigs stared at the white crystals, dazed.
Steam rose from the hot springs, white and ethereal.
"Contemplate black mist?" Turquoise Pool couldn't understand.
Yang Qinglan pondered for a moment and asked, "Is it for growing stronger, or to rid ourselves of the ancient god's gaze?"
"Both." Li Changzhou replied, "Don't worry, based on my calculations, if the contemplation succeeds, the black mist can absorb the 'Chaos Yang Snake' and the 'Giant Kun's powers and characteristics, we three can still cultivate as before."
Yang Qinglan left his embrace and turned to look at him, "Is there any risk?"
"Perhaps," Li Changzhou said casually.
"What about measures to prevent risks?" Turquoise Pool swam over.