"Cold stone steps."
"Desolate shadows."
"Only when I look back do I realize how shallow mortal ties are."
"Shore Flower."
"Burning with blood and tears."
"A thousand-year oath entrusted to the waves..."
The desolate ballad rang out once more, and a plume of vapor rose from the Bridge of Helplessness. Through the hazy mist, dark-red flowers began to grow one after another. In no time, they covered the entire bridge like a red carpet.
Every flower was so tender and delicate that its petals seemed ready to drip blood.
But if one looked carefully.
It was easy to see twisted fingers hidden deep within the flower stamens. The fingers were riddled with wormholes, resembling honeycombs.
If one looked even more closely.
Pale human faces seemed to be hiding inside those honeycomb-like holes.
They were densely packed.
Expressionless.
Each of those faces had eyes that looked as if they had been gouged out, leaving only hollow black sockets. At the edges of the sockets, rotting Corpse Water mixed with clots of blood flowed out. Inside the sockets, something seemed to be writhing...
It was incredibly complex.
Layer upon layer.
They were clearly only flowers three feet tall, with blossoms no larger than fists, yet hidden within their glaring crimson color was a strange power that made one's heart tremble.
"Are these also Shore Flowers?" Jiang Qiao did not know much about them.
These were Shore Flowers.
Then what had he seen before?
But there was no time to think about it.
At that moment.
On the Bridge of Helplessness.
The entire spacetime seemed to have been sliced away. Jiang Qiao immediately sensed himself separating from Yellow Springs Road, while the Bridge of Helplessness was heading toward some incomprehensible place.
"Sever mortal ties."
"Let oaths turn to nothing."
The Bridge Spirit shouted