The woman, the cart, the strange jars and flowers—they all belonged to another dimension, another world, or more accurately, to the gap between worlds.
"There must be some relationship between us..." Nan Song thought to himself.
But the flowers in her hand suddenly fell apart—no, they were not flowers, but something even stranger.
Those "petals" as soft as silk stretched out like living things the moment they touched her fingertips, revealing the fine veins underneath. They were actually countless translucent silver leaves with a faint blue phosphorescence at the edges, like blades soaked in moonlight.
They hovered in her palm for a moment, then suddenly flew away, as if pulled by some invisible force, drawing countless silver tracks in the air.
Nansong's gaze followed them, but suddenly froze at a certain moment——
Amidst the fluttering shadows of leaves, she saw a scene from deep within her memory.
Nanbaichasong Town, that ancient town surrounded by pine forests and mist. At the end of the stone steps in the town, she met an old man.
She still remembered him standing in the ruins after the final temple collapsed and saying to her: "Some things are not gone, they are just waiting.
I've been waiting.
Then it disappeared and left, like a star that suddenly fell.
And now, she saw him again - but the sight made her blood freeze.
The old man was still standing there, but his attire was completely different.
The dark golden robe was embroidered with intricate spells, and where the hem of the robe hung, countless tiny blood-red runes squirmed like living things.
He stood on a pitch-black altar, surrounded by warriors in scarlet armor—if they could still be called "warriors."
Countless pitch-black tentacles extended from the gaps in their armor, like the limbs of some deep-sea creature, slowly wriggling, sometimes curling up, sometimes stretching, as if breathing.
In the old man's hand, he was holding a plant high - the same one she had just touched.
Nan Song's heart began to beat violently, and an instinctive fear gripped her throat.
She didn't understand what she was afraid of, but her body reacted before her consciousness did - she stepped back, trembled, and even wanted to turn around and run away.
"Why……"
She murmured, but before she could finish her words, the plant in the old man's hand suddenly disintegrated and turned into a blinding white light.
At that moment, the whole world seemed to be paused.
Then—
Heavy rain came pouring down.
It was not ordinary rainwater, but some kind of dark silver liquid with a metallic smell, like melted mercury, heavy and cold.
They smashed down on the city made of steel and fire, making a sharp hissing sound.
The flames were extinguished, but reignited in the next second, but this time, they were no longer pale blue, but a dark red that was almost pitch black, like dried blood that had been reignited.
Rain washed through the streets, and Nansong saw the mountains of gold, silver and treasures dissolving in the rain, turning into a sticky liquid, flowing along the gullies on the ground, and finally merging into an abyss somewhere in the center of the city.
What made her even more horrified was that countless distorted human faces vaguely emerged from the dissolved metal. They screamed silently and were then completely swallowed up.
"What on earth is this..." she whispered tremblingly, but no one responded.
There was only rain, endless heavy rain.
And the last trace of cold touch left by the plant that had long since disappeared in her palm seemed to remind her——
All this has just begun.
And before her eyes, cities were crumbling.
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