Just as Ma Tuan stretched his hand downwards, the chemical pool, which was originally as calm as a crater, suddenly began to surge violently.

He saw the churning liquid in the pool creating layers of waves, which quickly converged into a powerful undercurrent.

Not long after, Ma Tuan was surprised to find that a hand tightly wrapped by the water slowly emerged from the turbulent whirlpool.

"It's Nansong!"

Ma Tuan was shocked. This sudden change caught him off guard.

However, before he could make any further reaction, the water in Nan Song's hand suddenly became turbulent like ignited gunpowder.

The powerful water rushed towards Ma Tuan with overwhelming force.

At the last moment, Ma Tuan felt a flash before his eyes, and the whole world seemed to be turned upside down.

Then, he felt as if his body had lost weight and began to fly lightly.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he had turned into a crystal clear snowflake, swaying and floating towards a person not far away.

The snowflake gently fell on the light golden headdress worn on the man's head.

At this moment, Ma Tuan could clearly feel the temperature of his body dissipating bit by bit. The icy coldness gradually spread throughout his body, making his body become lighter and lighter, just like a real snowflake.

At the same time, everything around him was rapidly receding, and only he was slowly spinning in the air.

This wonderful feeling was as if an invisible force was gently pulling him and leading him to dance in this strange space.

As time went by, Ma Tuan's body became more and more transparent and fragile. Even a slight breeze would make him tremble slightly involuntarily.

At this moment, he finally heard the voice that belonged to him - it was the subtle sound of melting snowflakes.

This sound is like the whisper of time, and also like life's quiet farewell to the world at this moment.