In the blink of an eye, several days passed.
As time went on, Shi Lan came to understand more and more what the old man had meant when he said, "Yellow Springs are bitterly cold, and the road of Samsara is long."
The cold beneath Yellow Springs was far beyond what ordinary people could comprehend. It was nothing like the chill of ten-thousand-year-old black ice; it seeped into the marrow, and even one's blood vitality could not withstand it.
Even with the Myriad Transformations Sacred Garment simulating the body of a Yin God, as she walked beneath these heavens, the bone-piercing cold still spread through every limb and bone. The mighty Yin winds howled past, chilling her to the heart.
As the blood vitality deep within her body flowed, it seemed to carry shards of ice; they scraped against her meridians, making them ache faintly.
Many Yin souls and divine spirits were caught up in the Yin wind, but these ghosts and gods of the underworld could not communicate at all. Even disguised as a Yin God, Shi Lan could not understand their speech. They had a different means of communication, and unless one had entered the Supreme realm, one could not communicate with living beings of the mortal world.
Over the past few days, Shi Lan had come across many more cities. Most of their inhabitants were Yin Gods with whom she could not communicate. Whenever she entered a city, they all knelt by the streets, not daring to raise their heads.
Shi Lan did not linger in any of these cities, hurrying straight through. The coordinates of the road of Samsara lay extremely far away; at her speed, she would need nearly half a month to reach it. If she did not hurry, she would have to start