Even living beings are too weak to sense their emotions.
Song Tingwan trembled as she struggled to stand firm, and was the first to sense the little golden dragon at her spiritual center.
The little golden dragon lay peacefully in the spiritual platform, seemingly without any abnormalities, but her divine sense touched it several times without any reaction.
Her fingertips trembled.
"Chen Zhuochuan was distracted and did not respond to me."
Song Tingwan frowned, while Song Siyao, upon hearing this, bristled.
But now is not the time to worry about those things.
Song Siyao took a deep breath and tried to calm down.
Something's not right.
Her telepathic message went unanswered.
No matter what happened, Wanqiji and the others would definitely greet them.
Unless, the danger comes too suddenly, leaving them no time to send a telepathic message.
The two sisters exchanged a serious look. "Why don't we go out and take a look?"
Song Tingwan nodded.
But with a slight thought, she suddenly wrapped her arms around their wrists.
Song Siyao nodded, and the two slowly walked out of the ruins.
The magnificent palace of Yunyin has been reduced to ruins.
The green hills, clear waters, bamboo bridges, and roads have all sunk into the lake.
This is where Song Tingwan has lived since childhood.
She faced immense difficulties as she took each step.
My heart was deeply moved.
In a charred ruin, a girl with a high ponytail supports a woman in green. The spirit creature used to squeak and chase after people, begging for food, but now there is no trace of it.
Whether they are buried under the ruins or perished in this tragedy.
Song Tingwan's hands trembled, and her voice was also unsteady.
"Could it be that you were pulled into His space, and that collision sent us into our first life?"
Besides this possibility, she had no other guesses.
She simply refused to believe that in the short time she and her sister had been in Yunyin, Yunyin had been destroyed into this state.
The fate of his clansmen and friends remains unknown.
“I…did not see any remains.”
Song Siyao's throat was very tight.
According to my elder sister, the first generation was wiped out, and corpses littered the fields.
The journey was utterly silent, with plenty of blood, yet no trace of bones could be found.
Song Tingwan walked with a slight stagger.
"No, if such a terrifying danger had really occurred, how come no force had come to help?"
Upon hearing this, Song Siyao snapped out of her daze and tried to send a telepathic message to her master.
"...No response."
The two waited for a long time and walked for a long time in the ruins of Yunyin.
She saw her uncles' and aunts' shops, with steamers, jewelry, and taro buns all piled up among the ruins.
They went home.
All that can be seen are the little spirit nests they used to build with their father's friends, which they had worked on all night.
Song Tingwan could no longer deceive herself; this could not possibly be the first life.
"But we've only been in the forbidden area for a short time—"
She muttered in disbelief to herself as she searched the Magnolia Courtyard, uncovering countless traces left behind by her companions.
There was a stack of gold invitations from the top of the Cloud Palace, and black dragon scales wrapped in blood.
There are also broken magical artifacts, which retain traces of demonic energy.
What exactly happened to Yunyin after they entered the forbidden area?
There was not a single sound from the outside world?
The whole world was like a desolate wasteland, quiet and devoid of any sign of life.
It was as if only the two sisters remained in the world.
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