An icy touch came from Xue Qianxun's forehead.
Jiang Xinli's vision went black.
When she opened her eyes again, she was already inside Xue Qianxun's Spiritual Sea.
The world before her was pitch-black. Amidst the softly falling black snowflakes, a thick, putrid stench—heavy with the smell of blood—assaulted her senses.
A faint, pale yellow light enveloped her, forming a protective barrier.
Once her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could make out strands of black liquid, as fine as hairs, suspended in the air.
The liquid was being drawn from the ground, floating upward.
Then, as if being siphoned away by some external force, it gradually vanished into the void.
Jiang Xinli knew this was Xue Qianxun's Spiritual Sea, leaking away.
Once this black liquid disappeared completely—
his Spiritual Sea wouldn't just face collapse—it would cease to exist entirely.
The most urgent task, then, was to find his Spirit Body as quickly as possible.
Jiang Xinli glanced around.
