Bang!
The trunk tilted and toppled swiftly, crashing into the snow with a dull thud.
Immediately afterward, the trunk turned limp, as though all its bones and sinews had been drawn out, and began continuously oozing black-and-red sap.
The sap was thick as syrup and gave off a strange, bloody-sweet smell, spreading across the snow in great, shocking stains.
As the sap flowed, the trunk rapidly withered. The once jade-lustrous branches and leaves shriveled, blackened, and curled at a visible pace, finally becoming brittle charcoal that crumbled at a touch.
"It's dead..."
At the sight, Chen Changming was rather speechless.
He stood in the snow, gazing at the Yin-Yang Tree that had once carried countless people's hopes. Now it had become a length of rotten wood, and a complex, indescribable feeling welled up within him.
With the Yin-Yang Tree dead, there would never again be Yin-Yang Fruit in this world.
From now on, the aristocratic clans and the Imperial Clan of the Cold Abyss Nation that held Yin-Yang Tokens could no longer sustain their sweet dream of extending their lives.
Whoosh-
A cold wind swept past, blowing the last leaf from the withered tree and sending it spiraling toward the gray-white sky.
"The Yin-Yang Fruit vanished... and then the Yin-Yang Tree died too. Just what is the mysterious power of this secret realm plotting?"
Chen Changming looked up at the gray-white sky, his expression growing increasingly grim.
There was no sun in the sky, yet it was dazzlingly bright, like a gigantic eye coldly looking down upon the land.
Windblown snow landed on his shoulders, but Chen Changming was utterly unaware of it. He merely stared fixedly at that boundless expanse of white, as though trying to discern some clue within it.
He was caught in the game, yet could