In the blink of an eye, the outside world had become a vast ocean, and Zuo Ling was like a piece of duckweed with nowhere to land.

While letting the waterfall play in the meadow, she seized the time to absorb the cyan energy crystal, leaving a sliver of consciousness to observe the outside world.

Two hours later, as dawn broke, the aftershocks subsided, and the water gradually froze over.

After waiting for more than an hour, Zuo Ling appeared from the space.

My first impression was that the temperature had dropped.

I carefully stepped onto the ice, stomping my feet gently. The ice was frozen solid, as if the cracks in the ground had never happened.

The endless expanse of ice was so cold it was despairing.

Aside from losing a motorcycle, Zuo Ling suffered no other losses and even gained a lot.

But she was still very sad, filled with grief, yet she didn't shed a single tear.

I walked like a lost soul for over an hour, my feet aching terribly, before my numb nerves finally came to their senses.

Her phone still had no signal, and checking the offline map, she realized she had strayed from her intended route.

He took out another motorcycle and continued walking. He hadn't gone far when he saw several vehicles trapped under the ice.

Zuo Ling didn't want to pay attention; she had received enough cars already.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a large tanker truck with four front and eight rear configurations. There was more than one; there were eight in total. The drivers had long since fled.

Oil is a good thing and shouldn't be discarded.

Keep your spirits up. Use a machete, chainsaw, or crowbar for easy areas, and ice-based abilities for difficult ones.

It took more than two hours to pull the tanker truck out of the ice and move it into the space.

Despite the sub-zero temperatures of over 60 degrees Celsius, I worked up a sweat and was so exhausted I was almost fainting.

Wipe away the sweat, and keep walking forward.

Half an hour later, we finally saw signs of human habitation.

The situation is not optimistic; not a single intact house can be seen, and most buildings are sealed under the ice.

Someone called out to her for help, but Zuo Ling ignored them and continued walking.

More and more people were calling for help; some were trapped under heavy objects, some had head injuries, and some had limb injuries.

Many people were crying—women, children, and even a few grown men—crying like wolves.

Zuo Ling pretended not to see it and hardened her heart to keep walking forward.

If you save one, you have to save the second.

Rescuing the elderly, rescuing children, rescuing women, needing bandages, needing food, needing water, needing supplies... it never ends.

In this cold weather, she'll be dragged to her death here.

Seeing that she was unwilling to help, some people started throwing ice cubes and pebbles at her while cursing. Once one person did it, another followed suit.

He suffered, so why should you be fine? Let's all go to hell together. Humanity begins to become distorted and deformed.

Zuo Ling didn't retaliate or turn back, but accelerated forward, entering Kyoto territory an hour later.

At least one-fifth of Kyoto was affected by the tsunami and ice.

The tsunami weakened as it reached Kyoto, and the ice storm was not as severe as in Tianjin.

They escaped the freezing temperatures, but not the earthquake; everywhere was filled with the ruins of collapsed buildings.

The road surface collapsed, the overpass broke, utility poles cut off the road, and the sewers leaked and froze...

Soldiers and firefighters were engaged in disaster relief efforts, and many others dressed in bright orange uniforms were also rushing about.

The city was filled with military vehicles, police cars, fire trucks, and ambulances, with sirens blaring.