# Chapter 1539: Little Nannan
A strong wind blew, sending wild leaves dancing, raising layers of sand, and uprooting many weeds. This was Lu Province in the north, a bitterly cold place.
Ye Fan and his companions crossed the strait, traveling northwest until they reached this place. They had put aside matters behind them, but news still reached their ears from time to time. The Golden Crow Clan had been shattered, with numerous powerful beings flapping their wings and fleeing in all directions, scattering to the ends of the world. The entire world was shocked.
No one had expected that a mere child from years past would have grown to this level today. After years of exile beyond the domain, he had returned, slaughtering the Golden Crow lineage until their corpses piled up like mountains.
Ye Tong had carved out a fearsome reputation in the Ziwei Star Domain, all for the sole purpose of avenging his parents. Everyone who had struck back then was within his hunting range.
Blood-stained starry skies, earth imbued with killing intent—the Golden Crow clan's blood flowed like rivers, their scattered feathers withering.
Divine Province, He Province, Lu Province, and other regions were all in an uproar. A once-mighty great clan had been brought to ruin like this, their ancestral land raided. The entire world was shocked.
The Golden Crow Clan was finished! This was the consensus among the people.
On that day, many took advantage of the situation to kick them while they were down. Various major powers and powerful independent cultivators specifically hunted down isolated Golden Crows, pushing the clan to the brink of extinction.
As for the Golden Crow Clan's legacy in various places, it was naturally divided cleanly. This was reality—when a fierce tiger falls, wolves rise together to attack. A once-great clan was annihilated.
The Golden Crow King was personally beheaded by Ye Tong, his head placed before the ruins of the Sun God's Divine Court as a blood sacrifice to the vengeful spirits. On that day, Ye Tong wailed bitterly, releasing the blood feud of many years, the resentment weighing on his heart, and the great sorrow.
The eastern Divine Province was in turmoil, boiling with noise, while the northern Lu Province was also unsettled. People moved upon hearing the news, going to fish in troubled waters. None of this had anything to do with Ye Fan, Li Tian, and the others, nor did anyone pay attention to them.
The Golden Crow Clan's destruction was imminent; there was no need for them to act or pay attention. Finding Little Nannan was the most important thing.
However, some people, after witnessing their divine might, tried to track their trail. They vaguely felt that these three were unusual and wanted to investigate further.
Countless pairs of eyes across the world were watching the situation.
"Did these people grow dog noses? They actually want to follow us!" Li Tian said.
In this world, naturally, few could track them. They could shake them off in an instant, but they couldn't withstand the relentless pursuit of determined individuals. Some major powers secretly investigated, probing their path from previous days, discovering that they had been traveling northwest. Suspicion grew in their hearts.
The north wind swept the ground, snapping white grass. In the northwestern regions, some places had sporadic snowflakes falling year-round.
The further Ye Fan walked, the more his brows furrowed. Little Nannan was so thin and frail—could she really be surviving in this bitter land? His heart ached.
"Thinking about it, only in such bitter, cold places could she avoid those sacred teachings. The more spiritually rich the place, the more dangerous it is," Yan Yixi said.
How had Little Nannan run so far alone? It was puzzling, and probably unexplainable. The poor little one carried many secrets.
"Is that little girl so special that you're all this worried?" the Divine Child pouted.
"Shut up, you little fool. No one will think you're mute," Li Tian habitually slapped his butt.
"Lewd thief, I remember this. This is the one hundred and fifth time. One day, you'll regret it!" the little fatty said indignantly.
The mountain ranges rose and fell. Some areas were covered in white snow, while others still had lush greenery. This was the northern land—a bitterly cold region where different places showed different faces.
Of course, Feng Dao said: "I didn't come to ask for food. I just wanted to play with you."
"We won't play with you. You're a monster!" a slightly older girl shouted angrily.
"Nannan is not a monster. Nannan is a person."
The little girl said grievously, her head hanging lower, tears welling up in her eyes.
"You say you're not a monster? Grandpa Xu and Grandma took you in, but after nearly ten years, you haven't grown at all. They raised you hoping for support in old age, but both old people died first, and you still haven't changed a bit. You killed Grandpa Xu and Grandma!" a teenage boy said indignantly.
"Nannan didn't harm Grandpa and Grandma. Really, I didn't." The little girl shook her head, tears falling as she stood alone facing the snowy ground.
"Go away! You're a monster. You killed Grandpa Xu and his wife. Go!" many people shouted.
"Don't be like this. Little Beggar is pitiful. She wandered to our village like this back then. If we drive her out now, she'll freeze or starve to death," a not-so-old girl said.
"Little Grass, don't sympathize with her randomly. She's a monster," another child retorted.
"She's always forgetting things. I really don't know what kind of monster she is."
"Nannan hasn't forgotten everything. Nannan remembers Grandpa Xu and Grandma. Nannan also remembers a big brother and a doggy," the little girl said softly.
"Hmph, you used to see us often, and sometimes you'd still forget. We don't want to deal with you anymore."
"Nannan didn't mean to. I don't know what's wrong. It wasn't like this before. Nannan might be sick," the little girl said timidly, tears swirling.
"Forget it. If she won't leave, we will. Don't mind her." Many children ran toward the village.
The little girl turned around alone, wiped away her tears, and set off by herself into the wind and snow. Her small, lonely back was heartbreaking to see.
"Little Nannan!" someone called from behind. The girl named Little Grass, who had sympathized with her earlier, ran out and whispered, "Are you hungry?"
"Very hungry," the little girl said softly, head down.
"Here." Little Grass took out some food and pressed it into her hands.
"Little Grass, come back quickly! She's a monster. She eats people. Last time, an old Taoist passed through here and put her into his demon tower to refine her, but people say the old Taoist died instead!" children shouted from behind.
"Thank you, little sister. Nannan has a bead here. I'll give it to you." The little girl wiped her tears and handed a diamond-like crystal to Little Grass, murmuring, "This kind of thing only appears when I'm most sad. When Grandpa Xu and Grandma passed away, it appeared beside me."
In the end, a little girl in tattered clothes walked alone against the wind and snow into the distance. Her lonely back was almost buried by the heavy snow.
Her voice was very young, her face streaked with tears, as she murmured: "Nannan still remembers, there was a big brother, and a doggy, but they're all gone now~~"
The wind and snow danced wildly. The lonely little body left shallow footprints in the snow-covered ground, stretching all the way into the distance.
I sensed a killing intent, as if millions of great emperors were approaching. Don't come to kill me. Although this is somewhat heart-wrenching, it's not torture. And precisely because it is separately depicted and written, it once again proves that Little Nannan is very important in the later stages. I know many people like this little one. She will have a very stunning performance in the later stages.