At this moment, the cultivators from the Frost Immortal Dynasty who had rushed over upon hearing the news all looked up at the sky, staring at the massive white pillar hanging above them, unable to utter a word.

Han Zhen took a few deep breaths, slowly lowered his head, and looked at the wooden figure in Han Qing's hand, trembling as he asked, "What kind of magical artifact is this?"

It was too enormous. They had just witnessed a gigantic pillar coming all the way from the south, instantly disrupting and dissipating the thunderclouds in the sky, revealing the sun behind them. A rainstorm that was about to pour down vanished without a trace.

"Could this be the treasure that brings Frost Spiritual Qi?"