It was a labyrinthine world of ice. A white figure sped through the tangled ice paths, leaving behind some glittering... bloodstains.
No one knew how much time had passed before the White Snake finally reached a larger cavern.
It spiraled up along the steep rock wall and eventually arrived atop a broken stone bridge... It crawled all the way to the end of the bridge, where a tiny figure could vaguely be seen.
It was a delicate little girl with a small face.
The little girl's face was bloodless, and her entire body was sealed in ice crystals... Like a gravestone, she stood here—Bai Su.
The White Snake crawled past the special gravestone without stopping. At the end of the broken bridge, she recovered her human form, but one hand covered her abdomen, where blood flowed endlessly.
Darkness suddenly descended around them... Everything went pitch-black.
In the darkness, a pair of enormous eyes slowly approached the broken bridge.
Ling'er stared into those enormous eyes for a long, long time... Only then did the face attached to those eyes emerge from the darkness.
A snake.
King Snake.
The terrifying serpent that constantly devoured the wandering souls of the Huaxu ancestors after night fell in the desolate land.
King Snake flicked out its tongue, slowly breathing out a thin golden mist that drifted toward Ling'er's body... She took a deep breath and inhaled the golden mist to her heart's content.
Then she stretched her body, and the wound on her abdomen slowly healed.
"It's Na Gong's sword. He gave it to him."
Ling'er's voice drifted through the cavern.
The enormous eyes of King Snake did not change. It merely watched the girl wrapped in golden mist in silence.
Ling'er suddenly glanced at Bai Su inside the ice-crystal gravestone. Then she raised her