Kill All Enemies Under Heaven, and That Was That

Apart from the novelty at the start, the rest of the journey was fairly dull.

Finally—

A month later.

They officially arrived at Yellow Springs.

The moment Yellow Springs Road dissipated, Chen Fan finally felt solid ground beneath his feet again.

"..."

He looked around, his nose twitching instinctively.

Perhaps it was his imagination.

But the air here seemed fresher, rich with oxygen.

The first thing he saw

was a mountain.

It towered into the clouds not far away. Its slopes were not steep; they descended so gently that the mountainside resembled a vast plain set at an angle.

And through the middle of that plain,

a river flowed down from the summit.

That river was Yellow Springs.

Flowers covered both banks.

They were red, tall and slender, with stems as thin as threads drawn out to impossible lengths.

Yet their petals were enormous.

They swayed gently in the breeze.

Despite their vivid red color, the petals seemed anything but showy. They were extraordinarily still.

Their stamens were a ghostly green, the same color as the Yellow Springs River—and as the Yellow Springs Wraiths.

At a glance, the whole world seemed made of ghostly green and vivid red. By the rules of color theory, red and green clashed; as the saying went, red with green looked worse than dog shit.

But here,

the colors were perfectly harmonious, blending into each other.

Beneath the blue sky and white clouds, the scene carried a faint sense of deathly stillness, yet it was not sinister. It was strangely gentle.

"Those are Otherworld Flowers."

Ming San's voice came from behind him. "There's a clan in the War Mire called the Other Shore Clan. I suspect they heard of Otherworld Flowers and took their name from them."

"But they've certainly never seen one."

"This flower