The Little Junior Sister Cried and Cried, but a Sword Broke the World

The bottom of the Valley of Fallen Immortals. Black. It's so dark that it can't be melted away. Cold. Biting as cold as an ice pick. Ye Lingxi huddled on the rubble. The thin pink skirt was stained with mud, and there were a few bloody marks on her knees, which were mixed with tears and flowed down. Tears were like broken beads, hitting the ground and breaking into tiny sounds, which were particularly clear in the dead silence of the valley. The black air was like a poisonous snake, crawling up the hem of his clothes. Wrap around her wrists and neck. The ice made her teeth chatter, but she didn't dare to stop crying. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." "Your shoulder is still bleeding... It's all my fault. If I hadn't come to the Fallen Immortal Valley to find some spiritual herb..."