The gurgling stream flowed over the shattered concrete blocks, following the vague riverbed among the ruins, heading towards the collapsed buildings.
He Ao stood at the edge of this river, lowered his head, and gazed at the stream.
The water was so clear that one could see the aquatic plants swaying in the cracks of the broken bricks at the riverbed.
Yet, there were no fish swimming in this clear river.
The world was flooded with an eerie silence; since leaving Nandu, specifically after parting ways with Lin Chichi and the others, He Ao hadn't heard any animal sounds.
The sky had no birds, the grass held no reptiles, and the water had no fish.
As if all life's vitality had been wiped away on the night the ruins descended by an invisible hand.
Any life with the slightest spirituality became fuel for this furnace, steadily burning within this enormous crucible.
