Chang Nian's hands were cold, and so was her heart. Even her breath carried a thick icy mist, forming White Mist when it collided with the dry air.
Yet she felt neither her body trembling nor her limbs stiffening.
Perhaps she had walked for too long. Even she had begun to grow numb, though her thoughts still raced sharply and her feet never stopped moving forward.
"I should be on the Eighteenth Floor..."
Chang Nian shifted her gaze from the Yin Yang Offering Incense in her palm to the broad corridor before her. Everything looked exactly as it always had.
Flowers and grass swayed in the wind, household trash bloomed across the ground, and a small patch of gray stone steps had been soaked by rain falling from the sky.
The Eighteenth Floor was the place closest to the outside world, and the best entry point for wind and rain.
Chang Nian slowly raised her head. A drop of icy rain struck her cheek, and her ponytail swayed in the wind as she stared coldly at the gloomy sky.
For some reason, an unusual illusion suddenly came over her.
It was as though this sky was vastly different from the one she had seen before. Yet it was clearly still the same gloom, the same darkness, the same clouds mixed into the chaos, making any difference impossible to find.
But deep down, she had a powerful intuition that the sky looked different to her this time.
Chang Nian had climbed from the First Floor step by step, traversing every level of Old Yu Street before finally reaching the Eighteenth Floor at its end.
Although she had obtained the Yin Yang Offering Incense, she did not know where the "Underworld" was. Still, through this "stupid method," she could determine that if