43: The whole city is the stage, and the wind rises from the tip of a ripple.

The seventh day, 10:00 AM.

Yuzhang City was crisp with autumn air, and the sky was clear for ten thousand miles.

The sunlight was bright enough to be blinding, spilling over every inch of the city's steel and concrete, while the ground temperature remained steady at 22 degrees Celsius.

It was an ordinary early autumn workday.

But today, this city became the focus of the entire world.

Outside the Pavilion of Prince Teng scenic area, a senior CNN reporter was facing the camera, giving a live report in fluent Mandarin.

“This is Yuzhang, China. There are only two hours left until the snowfall predicted by the ‘Crow God.’ As you can see, the sky behind me is a vast blue, and the weather is impossibly good. The scientific community generally believes this is nothing more than a ridiculous farce.”

At Bayi Square, the BBC broadcast team was already in position, their massive jib camera slowly sweeping across the bustling crowds in the square.

Countless internet celebrity streamers held their selfie sticks high, screaming hoarsely at their phone screens.

“Family! Come witness the Crow God’s downfall live! Follow your host and let me take you to the front lines of the drama!”

“Brothers, trust me, if it snows today, I’ll eat this phone on the spot!”

The eyes of the global internet were all focused here.

Waiting for twelve o'clock to arrive... Ninth Bureau, Command Center.

The atmosphere was so oppressive it made it hard to breathe.

The massive main screen was divided into dozens of small windows, displaying real-time surveillance footage from every corner of Yuzhang City, along with atmospheric data streams sent back from high-altitude drones.

Everything was normal.

All parameters were as stable as a straight line.

Chen Jianguo stood before the screen with his hands behind his back, saying nothing.

Behind him, over a dozen top meteorologists and physicists, urgently drafted from all over the country, were also staring intently at the screen, fine beads of sweat seeping from everyone's foreheads.

They weren't like the media and netizens outside.

Because they had seen that forest appear out of thin air with their own eyes and had analyzed that emergency landing report that violated all laws of physics.

So they knew better than anyone that the young man named Jiang Ming never made empty claims... Meanwhile.

Xishan Nursing Center, Villa No. 7.

On the third-floor terrace, Jiang Ming was leaning leisurely on a lounge chair.

His parents, Jiang Lijun and Zhang Huilan, sat opposite him.

The couple's expressions were a bit unnatural.

An exquisite Zisha tea set was laid out on the table, the fragrance of tea curling upward.

A tablet computer was also placed nearby, its screen broadcasting the CNN news live, the foreign reporter's voice coming through clearly.

Zhang Huilan held her teacup, wanting to speak several times, but not knowing what to say.

Jiang Lijun stared fixedly at the tablet's screen, as silent as a sculpture.

Jiang Ming seemed not to notice his parents' tension.

He picked up his teacup, gently blew on the floating tea leaves, and took a slow sip.

Exactly 11:00 AM.

Jiang Ming set down his teacup.

He leaned back against the chair and slowly closed his eyes.

At this moment, an invisible force that could not be detected by any modern instrument exploded outward with Jiang Ming's body as the center!

The [Child of Weather] ability was fully activated!

His level 13 soul power, like the most precise radar network, expanded his perception to the limit in an instant.

A 3D map of the entire Yuzhang City, from the surface to ten thousand meters in the air, with all atmospheric parameters, was clearly presented in his mind in the form of data.

Temperature, humidity, air pressure, wind speed... everything was under his control.

Jiang Ming began his "creation"... Ninth Bureau, Command Center.

Amidst the deathly silence, a sharp alarm suddenly rang out!

A young technician wearing black-rimmed glasses suddenly sprang from his seat, his voice cracking with extreme shock.

“Report!”

“Temperature anomaly detected directly above the city, at the bottom of the stratosphere ten thousand meters up!”

“Within sixty seconds, it dropped abnormally from minus 30 degrees Celsius to minus 55 degrees Celsius!”

These words were like a massive boulder crashing into a calm pool of water.

In the command center, all the experts' faces changed drastically.

A white-haired old professor rushed behind the technician, staring intently at the data curve plummeting vertically on the screen, and cried out in disbelief.

“Impossible!”

“No cold air mass is passing through! No energy exchange! How can the temperature drop twenty-five degrees out of thin air!”

Before his voice could fade.

On the other side, the analyst responsible for humidity monitoring let out an even more terrified scream.

“Report! The humidity across the city is rising sharply at a speed that defies the laws of physics!”

“Detecting a massive amount of water vapor being generated without a source!”

“Repeat! It's source-less generation! It just appeared out of thin air!”

If the temperature drop just now only shocked them.

Then the phrase "source-less generation" completely shattered the scientific beliefs these scientists had built up over their lifetimes.

This was equivalent to saying that the law of conservation of mass and energy had failed... Above Yuzhang City.

Visible changes began.

In the cloudless blue sky, wisps and strands of white clouds appeared out of nowhere without any warning.

They were like white brushstrokes randomly applied by a painter on a blue canvas.

They were thin at first.

But after just a few minutes, these clouds began to gather, surge, and condense wildly!

Ten minutes.

It only took ten minutes.

A layer of dark clouds as heavy as lead completely shrouded the entire city.

The brilliant sunlight was completely obscured.

The sky turned dark.

An icy cold wind howled through the city's streets and alleys.

The leaves of the plane trees along the streets began to rustle loudly.

“The weather's changing?”

“Holy crap! Wasn't it just a sunny day?”

Countless citizens stopped in their tracks, looking up in astonishment at the heavy dark clouds that had come from nowhere.

At this time, pedestrians wearing short-sleeved T-shirts shivered from the sudden cold wind, instinctively hugging their arms.

“What the hell is with this weather! How did it get so cold all of a sudden!”

...In the global live broadcast footage.

All the talkative hosts, reporters, and influencers fell into an eerie silence at this moment.

They stood with their mouths agape, staring blankly at the inconceivable weather change before the camera, their minds going blank.

The streamer who had been so certain a second ago about eating his phone live had an expression on his face worse than if he had eaten feces.

Far away overseas.

In the backend of the world's largest gambling website, server alarm lights flashed wildly.

Countless massive sums of money poured in at the same time, all betting on the option that previously had odds as high as 1:1000.

“Snow!”

The server was overwhelmed and, after a burst of garbled code, completely crashed... 11:59 AM.

Ninth Bureau Command Center.

The white-haired titan of meteorology was now slumped in his chair.

He looked at the snowfall parameters on the screen that had already reached the standard, his eyes hollow, mumbling to himself.

“Saturation humidity... reached.”

“Condensation nuclei... reached.”

“Temperature lapse rate... reached.”

“All conditions... are met...”

He slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with awe and fear.

“Supercooled water droplets and ice crystals are forming at high altitude...”

“It's coming.”