These people must all be here to snatch the qualifications to become Immortals, there are already four of them, with even more who haven't made their move yet.
"What's your mission? Mine is 'Tribulation Immortal'." Li Changzhou briefly explained his own mission.
"Same here. But let's not talk about that now, didn't you want to make it snow?" Yang Qinglan cared more about his affairs than Li Changzhou himself did.
At that moment, Shao Yuanjie's voice urging for snow came from beneath the clouds.
"You can't make it snow, can you? Let's hurry and run." That is, if he had luggage, Li Changzhou would have already packed his essentials.
Ruyi tapped him on the head, and Yang Qinglan said, "I can't do it alone, but we are two, Yin and Yang united, plus my understanding of nature and the 'Fairy's Ruyi', we can snatch back control of the Water Qi from those four people."
"Oh, you mean—"
Li Changzhou didn't finish his sentence when Yang Qinglan, not holding the Ruyi in her right hand, grabbed his collar and yanked him over.
In a burst of multicolored light, the two merged into one.
The clouds, which had been rumbling with dull thunder, suddenly burst forth with dozens of lightning bolts, resembling cracks in the sky, or like a forest of fiery trees with silver flowers.
As the lightning vanished, the world darkened. Though they had been psychologically prepared, the crowd was still shaken by the ensuing thunderous bangs as if their souls had been rattled.
But they all persisted in looking up.
"The clouds have darkened! They've darkened!"
The pale white clouds gradually darkened in color.
Above the Chongyu Altar, no, every commoner in the Capital with a bit of knowledge about weather, knew this was a sign of snowfall.
Daoists like Shao Yuanjie, as well as cultivators hidden and unhidden, felt even more acutely the immense Five Elements Water Qi within the darkening clouds.
The Flood Dragon King has permitted it to rain?
Is that kid with the Flood Dragon King?
The thunder receded, and the crowd held their breath in silence, waiting. Amid the attention of thousands, white snowflakes, as soft and beautiful as feathers, floated down from the sky.
"It's snowing! Your Majesty, it's snowing!" The eunuch was the first to shout.
"It's snowing, it's snowing!" More people cried out as if venting their emotions.
"Heaven has blessed our Great Ming Dynasty with an auspicious snowfall!"
The snow grew heavier, and in an instant, the world turned a vast expanse of white.
This snow should have fallen long ago, but was forcibly suppressed by the four great Flood Dragon Kings, held back for who knows how long. Now, it burst forth all at once, instantly turning everything before their eyes white.
"Your Majesty, it's snowing." The eunuch whispered in a congratulatory tone, while draping a cloak, which he had taken up at some point, over Jiajing.
Jiajing Emperor reached out his hand, catching snowflakes, each spark of snow carrying a slightly cool breath.
"Good... good!"
At this time, beneath the altar, the civil and military officials, concubines and wives, Daoists, Imperial Guards, eunuchs, and palace maids, all knelt down densely as one.
"We congratulate His Majesty!"
Their voices boomed across the land.
Above the clouds, the Chaos Giant Python collapsed and retracted. Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan stood side by side, their robes fluttering, looking for all the world like a divine couple.
Looking at the crowd below, even great true immortals like Shao Yuanjie had to perform the rites of kneeling and worship to Jiajing Emperor. Li Changzhou reflected, "Only by capturing such grandeur can one become an Immortal."
Then he suddenly recalled something, "How do foreigners become Immortals?"
"Not sure." Yang Qinglan replied, "But I know that at this time, the world has a population of about four hundred million people, with approximately one-fourth under Jiajing's rule. Even if foreigners can become immortal, their chances wouldn't be higher than ours."
Li Changzhou laughed, "Maybe some foreigners will come to the Ming Dynasty to compete for immortality."
"Like Persian beauties?" Yang Qinglan looked at him.
"Perhaps, and there could be people from Portugal, Spain, Holland, England, France, Germany, right, and the Japanese should be the most numerous, Zheng Chenggong's mother is Japanese, after all."