Snow pours down in the upside-down world.

Nan Song raised her head, her long indigo hair like a frozen waterfall in the blizzard.

Those snowflakes were not pure white. Each one had the unique prism of polar ice crystals, and they flickered faintly blue in a space where there was no light source.

They fell on her robe, which suddenly had the texture of flowing water, and seemed to be suspended for a moment as if supported by some invisible force, before slowly melting into the depths of the fabric.

"This damn place..."

She murmured softly through gritted teeth, the sound absorbed by the thick fabric.

Her gaze remained unchanged, still fixed on Ma Tuan not far away.

The robes worn in layers at this moment present a gradient of colors like a river flowing into the sea. The outermost layer is the white of the wave crest under the moonlight, and the inner layer transitions to lake blue, indigo, and finally to the abyss black of the innermost layer.

Each layer of fabric was as thin as a cicada's wing yet airtight, rising and falling with her breathing, like flowing running water.

Bai Di stood beside her, but inexplicably it seemed as if there was a whole world between them.

His attire formed a strange echo with Nansong's - the layers of silver-white robe were embroidered with dark patterns with ice cracks.

But the strangest thing was the outermost robe that had appeared on him at some point, with a tail as long as three meters. Thousands of silver needle-like hairs were dotted with tiny crystal particles. When it was still, it looked like an ice sculpture, but when it moved, it made a crisp sound like wind chimes.

The world is spinning.

It wasn't the kind of dizziness where the world was spinning, but the whole space felt like a rag being twisted by an invisible giant hand.

The corners of the inverted pyramid began to flow, the walls drooped like melted wax, and then solidified in mid-air into a nightmare.

"Waking up might not be such a bad thing."

Bai Di's voice was colder than the snow. He raised his hand and caught a snowflake. The crystal hovered and spun in his palm, gradually growing into a complex structure like a fern.

"Do you believe it?"

Nan Song didn't answer. She was staring at the dark pattern that had suddenly appeared on her sleeve—an ancient script swimming deep within the fabric like a school of startled fish.

As the lines became clearer, she felt that something that had been dormant for a long time was awakening deep in her bones.

The hem of the robe moved without wind, leaving a trace of light blue light in the void.

The space of the inverted pyramid began to distort.

The originally vertical walls, like clay being kneaded by invisible hands, take on a nightmarish form of non-Euclidean geometry.

Nansong saw his shadow split into twelve different angles, some of which climbed up to the "ceiling", and some disappeared into the diamond-shaped black hole that suddenly appeared.

Those rumored tentacles were wriggling between these spatial folds, emitting the phosphorescence unique to deep-sea creatures.

"He's here." Bai Di suddenly turned around with a cold look.

A miniature snowstorm.

Crystal particles formed a fleeting star pattern in the air, then quickly vanished. "Sacrificed Apostle."

Nansong finally understood where the feeling of being rejected by the world came from - it was not that they were resisting space, but that space was rejecting them, the "aliens".

Her heavy robe suddenly felt light, its layers opening slightly like petals, revealing a string of bronze bells at her waist. As the first tentacle broke through the spatial barrier, the bells simultaneously vibrated at a frequency beyond human hearing.

The owner of the tentacles emerged from the darkness. It was a humanoid figure dressed in a dark golden robe, but countless translucent appendages extended from its head.

When it turned its head with golden pupils, Nansong suddenly had the illusion that his stomach was pierced by an ice cone.

"Ma Tuan..." She heard the sound of her teeth clashing, "What did you do to Ma Tuan?"

The corners of the apostle's mouth were split to the roots of his ears, revealing not his teeth but densely packed miniature altars.

Pale flames the size of green beans floated above each altar.

"The fourth offering was delicious."

It sounds like a hundred people chanting the mantra of rebirth at the same time.

"Now it's..."

Bai Di's soles suddenly stomped on the ground.

With the landing point as the center, hexagonal ice flowers instantly covered the entire space, and the twisting walls were forcibly frozen into mirrors.

Nan Song saw her reflection in countless ice mirrors simultaneously raising her right hand - a gesture she had clearly never done before.

The sleeves with a flowing texture suddenly expanded, and the seven layers of fabric bloomed like lotus flowers.

Mercury-like liquid began to drip from the ends of the long indigo hair, and each drop turned into a swimming rune in the air.

Nan Song finally understood why the robe was so heavy - it was a seal.

"I seem to..." She looked at the apostle's suddenly distorted face, "I really did dig up your family's ancestral grave."

When the first water blade cut through space, the blizzard turned into heavy rain.

Bai Di's layers of robes spread out in the rain, and each crystal reflected a different fragment of the future.

In this interweaving of light and shadow, the ancient characters on Nansong's robe finally emerged completely, forming a long-lost god-killing spell.

But at the moment when the blizzard suddenly fell, the deformed body of the sea otter beside Ma Tuan began to peel off.

The pale, translucent fur peeled away like old wall plaster, revealing the mother-of-pearl sheen beneath. The deep blue veins no longer ferocious, but instead transformed into flowing enamel, outlining aurora-like patterns beneath the new fur. Its massive body shrank and reshaped in the snow, like an ice embryo sculpted by invisible hands.

"Click—"

With a crisp sound of ice breaking, the narrow skull became round again.

The jagged cracks in the snout healed as before, and the spiral fangs turned into fine, white shell teeth.

The most astonishing changes occurred in the eyes—the insect egg-shaped split pupils suddenly solidified, then melted and gathered like icicles in spring, and finally condensed into two complete circles of obsidian, reflecting the flying snow in the sky.

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