Chapter 551: Where to Rest Tonight?
Song You did not retrace his steps but continued forward.
From the tail end of the marching army, he walked all the way to its front. Ahead lay a hillside.
As the Daoist led his horse up the slope at a slow, steady pace, the gloom that had once shrouded this land had completely vanished. The drifting snowflakes were gone, and the temperature had risen noticeably. The warmth of midsummer sunlight could now be distinctly felt.
Turning back, he saw a world of ice and snow rapidly melting and collapsing. The ice and snow had turned into torrents of water, surging wildly, restoring the land to its original state.
The cat followed him and also stopped, turning to look back.
“So much gold and silver!!”
“They’re nothing but dirt and stone.”
Wasn’t that the fate of all things? In the end, all must return to the earth.
Once the last traces of ice and snow had melted away, the Daoist merely stood atop the hill and waved his bamboo staff. In an instant, a flash of spiritual light erupted. Mountains trembled, the earth cracked, and a landslide of mud and rocks surged forward like a roaring tide.
“Rumble...”
The sound was like an earthquake shaking the mountains.
The cat’s eyes widened, its pupils reflecting the chaotic destruction before it—like a calamity brought by the heavens.