With a gentle push, the door swung open.
And then there was blood.
Heavy snow.
Between two stone pillars coiled with jade dragons, behind doors inlaid with dark gold and blue jade, a bright and long ascending passageway, blood like a stream gushed from the Mysterious Heavenly Palace and flowed beneath Bai Qinghan's feet.
The young girl gracefully stepped upon it, the breath of Xuanyin spread, freezing the crimson liquid into scarlet ice crystals.
Wherever the girl passed, silvery-white snow descended, causing frost to crawl over murals and reliefs depicting solemn gods and heavenly officials, all colors pale, fading, turning into light gray with the girl's breath.
Bai Qinghan walked forward along the stream of blood, her mood peaceful, even serene.
She even had the leisure to reach out and touch the scarlet-smeared reliefs, letting blood not yet frozen with frost stain her fingers, bright colors blooming at the white jade-like fingertips, resembling gemstones.
