Crossing the Cold River (12, Monthly Ticket Request)
The tree had grown out of An Dong'er.
The roots sprouting from An Dong'er were like an umbilical cord, blood-red and twisted, covered in wrinkles and ridges.
She was moving at high speed around the Capital City, carrying the entire tree with her.
Her direction was erratic, yet she seemed to have a clear purpose and plan, as if she were inscribing some kind of formation.
"Heavenly Yin!"
He had no idea what was going on, but those two words suddenly appeared in his mind.
Heavenly Yin? Heavenly Yin was...
The moment confusion arose, the answer immediately came to him.
"No... No, that's impossible! It can't be true! You can't do this! You'll destroy the entire Capital City! You'll kill every living thing in the Capital City and even the whole Kingdom of Qing!"
When Qing Chen realized what Heavenly Yin was, he stared wide-eyed, feeling that An Dong'er had gone mad!
That was right. Everything he knew, every answer to his confusion, had come from An Dong'er!
Or rather, he had already become a part of An Dong'er. A portion of her memories had poured into his mind.
But no matter how loudly he shouted, An Dong'er paid him no heed.
She seemed to have become a monster without emotions, unresponsive to everything. She simply followed some objective, speeding through the Capital City.
The ruins, made up of lines like a simple sketch, were clearly buildings in the Capital City. Yet An Dong'er acted as if she couldn't see them, charging straight into them—only to pass through with ease, as though they existed on different planes and couldn't touch each other at all.
It felt just like when he'd seen Fang Yue encounter the [Yin Messenger] in Chu Nuan City: ignoring