When she had fallen into the other river earlier, Xie Jingxin had reacted quickly enough to get out in time, but the river water had still corroded her gray robe somewhat.
Though it had not been completely ruined, the gray robe had undoubtedly become more brittle.
Now that she had entered the immensely pressurized river of third-origin heavy water, Xie Jingxin's gray robe was struggling to bear the strain. As it became soaked, holes of various sizes appeared in some of its weakened spots.
Zhang Yuan glanced at her without lingering, then turned toward the palace on the riverbed, now only a short distance away.
The palace was not magnificent. On the contrary, it was quite dilapidated. Its gates were tightly shut, and even their vermilion paint had faded. A pair of couplets hung on either side, but after so much time and the constant scouring of third-origin heavy water, the writing had become illegible. The palace's plaque, however, remained clear.
[Calamity God Hall].
Zhang Yuan circled the palace once without finding any other clues. Just as he was about to settle down and think, someone gently tugged his sleeve. He turned to find Xie Jingxin.
"When are we going inside?" Xie Jingxin asked.
Zhang Yuan met her pure, clear eyes, then noticed the increasing number of holes in her gray robe. Understanding immediately dawned on him.
Xie Jingxin herself could hold out if they remained on the riverbed, but her gray robe could not. They really could not stay much longer.
"Now."
Zhang Yuan answered, then led Xie Jingxin to the palace entrance and forcefully pushed open the faded vermilion gates.
Rumble-
The palace gates slowly opened, and an invisible repulsive force surged out, keeping the third-origin heavy water from pouring inside.
Noticing this, Zhang Yuan exchanged a glance