Snake Tongue wasn't sure if she was still alive.
Her soul had already been in an out-of-body state for over half a year. To be precise, it had been 183 days.
A Spellcaster's high-precision perception of changes in the world allowed her to be like a clock, meticulously recording the passage of time. But right now, the only reference for this ability was herself. From the looks of it, the only effect it had was a meaningless record of death.
She didn't know if this had already broken the records of the inner world, but she knew that her condition was very, very bad. Perhaps she was only one step away from death.
It was still the same question. Was she really still alive?
Legends of Undead Immortals had been passed down in East Asian cultures since ancient times. Although the details were different, the general idea was that cultivators abandoned their fleshly bodies and their souls left their bodies to roam between heaven and earth. Because of this, they possessed inconceivable divine abilities. But the trajectory of their lives unexpectedly drew a parabola. At the end, they fell into the abyss of despair.
Perhaps in a few years or a few decades, Snake Tongue's example would be added to the footnotes of Undead Immortals. But the most likely outcome for her would be the same as the swirling and tearing clouds in front of her. She would be silently annihilated without the slightest trace.
One didn't need any precise perception to determine the rate at which a spirit body decayed. Her time approached with each passing day, and her body gradually lost the ability to move independently. Therefore, for the past two days, Snake Tongue was no longer like a spirit that followed Gong Qi around in the cloud world.
Gong Qi was indifferent to this.
The relationship between Snake Tongue and Gong Qi had already undergone a clear change. Moreover, it was a destructive result.
On Snake Tongue's side, there was hope and despair, vigilance and numbness. On Gong Qi's side, half a year had passed. No matter how gloomy and ruthless he was, it was impossible for him to perfectly control his emotions at all times. Bewilderment, fear, irritation, and anxiety. These negative elements were like prisoners. Bit by bit, they scattered out and were received by Snake Tongue.
Finally, on a certain day, at a certain moment, these accumulated elements broke through the limits of the hope in Snake Tongue's heart. The net of her will was finally unable to bear the truth of despair. Snake Tongue erupted. She questioned Gong Qi's lack of progress over the past half a year. Of course, she also questioned the substance of Gong Qi's activities here.
Then, the truth of everything was revealed.
Gong Qi, this insufferably arrogant Extraordinary who seemed to have a card up his sleeve, was actually just a prisoner trapped in this cloudy world. The two's circumstances weren't fundamentally different, just that Gong Qi's reliance on his flesh shell was a bit less, and his arrangements for his escape were a bit more stable, he had the ability user association as his backing, and so on...
Heh, when all these things add up, it's actually a qualitative difference! The difference was so great that it made Snake Tongue jealous. Jealous to the point of insanity!
Gong Qi had the ability user association behind him, while she was just a lone wandering soul. She didn't have anyone she could fully trust, nor did she have the strength to back up her trust. Even if she had a Grade B Cursemancer who was extremely rare in the Inner Plane, she could only carefully manage her own base between the cracks of various factions.
After so many years, she had only managed to find a seemingly loyal but actually more and more unfathomable mutated tree demon. She had only managed to build a small, insignificant church with some deceptive designs …
In the out-of-body state, she could use these designs to last two months, three months, or at most half a year. There was simply no meaning in continuing to prolong it. She even felt that even if she immediately broke free and returned her spirit body to her body, with her current state, the greatest possibility was that she would die along with her fleshly body!
So, I can already be considered dead, right?
A good swimmer drowns. The meaning of my life is to embellish those absurd legends, right?
Snake Tongue chuckled softly. The emotions she felt in her spirit body state were nothing more than remnants of human habits. Every bit of these habitual traces consumed a certain amount of energy. Correspondingly, when the energy was consumed to the point where it wasn't enough to maintain the foundation of her spirit body, these habitual traces could only be regarded as meaningless superfluous and disperse first.
I'm already dead!
Snake Tongue came to this conclusion.
If she had a choice, she would've already taken her own life. But the current situation was that her spirit body was wrapped in a layer of light muslin that was hard to fathom — the Muslin of Silence.
This reward that Gong Qi had given her in advance had now become a shackle that controlled and monitored her. When Snake Tongue was at her peak, she could still set up a shielding layer to block and interfere with her. But now she was so weak that she had to rely on the Muslin of Silence to ensure that her spirit body didn't collapse.
Conversely, she couldn't make her spirit body collapse even if she wanted to. This strange item was gradually corroding the structure of her spirit body. As a curse master, Snake Tongue could guess Gong Qi's plans. Perhaps before long, she would only be able to continue existing between heaven and earth in a distorted form like an artifact spirit.
This was something she feared even more than death. Unfortunately, she didn't have the strength to retaliate!
Why had she fallen to such a state?
Her reflection had just begun when Snake Tongue's subjective thoughts intentionally cut it short. She didn't want to engage in these meaningless thoughts. Apart from continuing to consume her soul force, it would cause her to rapidly and continuously approach that pitiful artifact spirit.
She emptied her mind and silently curled up under the Muslin of Silence. She watched the surrounding clouds surge and tear apart before drifting away. Gradually, her mind became somewhat absent-minded. Perhaps dissipating like this wasn't a bad thing. The moment her consciousness collapsed might be true liberation!
Snake Tongue was absent-minded and absent-minded. Her mind seemed to truly dissipate along with the clouds in this strange and despairing void. And in the chaotic prelude to the complete destruction of nothingness and the complete arrival of chaos, a color completely different from the white clouds and bloody light she was accustomed to seeped in. It was like splashing ink, instantly rendering the edge of her perception.
An illogical change of situation … it was a dream!
Snake Tongue had a dream. She dreamed of Sakura City. She dreamed of the shrine she lived in during her youth. She dreamed of the clear ripples of North Mountain Lake. She dreamed of the color of night that blended perfectly with the lake water.
Under the hazy curtain of darkness, she calmly walked on a tree-lined road. The cool breeze that blew against her face carried the fresh scent of a fragrant camphor tree in the middle of its flowering season. Zuo Weimen seemed honest and sincere, but he was a freak that wasn't worthy of trust. It was this point that gave people a favorable impression of him.
Mrs. Yamamoto snorted at her. Her face, which couldn't even be supported by hyaluronic acid, was filled with jealousy.
Right, she was also Northmont Yuehui. In her early years, in order to conceal her identity, she had personally operated a fake body to satisfy the desires of a few young girls. That was an age of freedom. She could freely switch between two identities, and she could casually tease those foolish people who were drowned in money, beauty, and power.
Ah, now that she thought back to those days, she felt that they were quite pleasant. But unknowingly, her happy life had ended. It was probably after she became a B-rank curse mage that she began to have even greater ambitions towards cultivation. She wholeheartedly worked hard to climb even higher peaks.
Snake Tongue, who was also Northmont Yuehui, had returned home while drifting through her memories. Up until now, everything had been fine. She put down her handbag and bent over to change her shoes …
In the next moment, the attack arrived.
Snake Tongue was absent-minded once more because her instinctive reaction was completely ineffective. Her defensive counterattack had been completely reduced to nothingness. And what appeared before her eyes was a scene that seemed so real that it bordered on absurdity.
That's right, am I dreaming …?
This dream was so real that it caused one to tremble.
Snake Tongue dreamt that Northmont Yuehui was walking like a normal person between the residence and the distorted camphor tree. This was the "pilgrimage route" that she had planned out. This meant that her fleshly body had already entered the most dangerous stage. She had to accept the protection and energy injection of Jorja Wei Men.
She also dreamt that Northmont Yuehui had been infiltrated and violated. The irony was that the intruder was actually a high-ranking cadre of the Myriad Spirit Order that she had single-handedly created!
Jorja Wei Men had made a move. This was within reason. But it could be seen that after that bastard had seized the life of a high-ranking cadre of the Order, he hadn't left Northmont Yuehui any leftovers!
And when the chaotic situation ended, only Northmont Yuehui remained in the messy residence. This was her body, which had exhausted the last shred of its strength, making a final struggle.
It can't be like this. I have to get up!
Snake Tongue had enough of this dream. She could imagine the fate of her body in her mind, but she really couldn't bear to see such a realistic and absurd scene play out before her eyes. At this moment, she merged with Northmont Yuehui and struggled with all her might, even though she knew that struggling in a dream was meaningless.
Then … it moved. Her fingertips moved!
In the dream, Northmont Yuehui was dumbfounded. In the cloud world, Snake Tongue was also dumbfounded. The entire world, regardless of whether it was real or fake, seemed to freeze.
Countless thoughts rose and fell in succession. She pushed Snake Tongue to try again and again, but the result made her go crazy.
What was this! What was this!
If she was watching a movie that had nothing to do with her, if she was only going to endure the torture of the scene, then Snake Tongue would have accepted it. But what was going on with this ambiguous situation!?
She could control her body and had that tiny bit of reaction, but she simply didn't have the feeling of her soul fusing with her body. It was like she was using a game controller to control a character in a game. Half of her body didn't respond, but the other half sent back clear feedback …
It was nothing more than feedback, nothing more. It wasn't any more meaningful than the vibration of the controller.
Her soul body was still in a detached state, and her body couldn't receive the warmth and nourishment of the supernatural power … Everything seemed to be separated by a thin and hard layer of glass. All she could do was constantly wipe away the moisture that she breathed out, making the scene in the dream a bit clearer. She used this illusory reality to torture herself a bit more crazily.
Apart from this, there was nothing. Nothing at all!
Even the tiny bit of vital energy left in her soul body had scattered quite a bit from this torment, pushing her one step closer to the edge of death.
Reality and fiction, hope and despair, were separated by a layer of a dream!
She nearly lost control of her emotions. What burned was a mixture of impatience, anger, despair, and that tiny bit of stubborn hope. Snake Tongue's soul body was scorched, and she couldn't stop trembling.
"What's going on!?"
The abrupt sound wave vibration caused Snake Tongue to wake up with a start.
Gong Qi's cold face shattered the dream that made one go crazy and despair. This powerful person still maintained the strength of an Extraordinary. Even though he was in his soul body state, his gaze was still as focused as before. Dense clouds of doubt tumbled within.
Snake Tongue stared at him until Gong Qi's gaze turned a bit colder. "What did you do?"
Oh, he didn't know! The Veil of Silence was constantly monitoring her, but she hadn't discovered any clues. Was it really just a dream?
This was what Snake Tongue thought and said, "I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming that I'm going to die!"
Snake Tongue suddenly felt that it was extremely comical when she saw Gong Qi's instant bewilderment. She laughed loudly, and her soul body was like a candle flame in the wind, swaying in the violent winds above the clouds.
Gong Qi looked at her, speechless.
Regardless of whether it was the violent winds above the clouds or the laughter, it was impossible for them to be transmitted to another space-time. However, there were some special psychic waves that possessed even more marvelous radiation and penetrative properties.
Fan Lu suddenly opened his eyes in the Lake City region of Earth, which was completely unrelated to the Cloud World. He could see that the main body of the world was still dark, but the rampant spotlights and noisy music painted the environment into a nightclub atmosphere.
That's right, this is the nightclub. How did I get here?
Oh, after sending off the boss, he came back to greet that lunatic Centaur. In the end, that fellow maintained a high level of excitement for a long time. He forcefully dragged him and Little Zhao, who had hurried over to support him, to the highest class nightclub in Lake City to drink and celebrate. Little Zhao was already hanging in the corner. As for Fan Lu himself...
He seemed to have fallen asleep and had a dream. Dream … What did he dream of again?
The alcohol stimulated part of his brain to slow down. Fan Lu already had no sensitivity towards the vague memories of his dream. He didn't wait for him to be more clear-headed. A grimace painted with blush, eyebrow pencil, and lipstick suddenly blocked his eyes. The grimace opened its mouth and roared,
"Get up and get high!"
F * ck, what a nightmare!
What the hell are you doing, Centaur! That's right, there seemed to be a Centaur in his dream. That fellow was messing around in the old base...
Fan Lu's thoughts were broken again. In reality, the Centaur in the real world was grabbing his shoulder and shaking him violently. The shaking made the one kilogram of alcohol that he had just poured into his mouth want to be sprayed onto the ugly face in front of him!
If that happened, he would be dead for sure!
Fan Lu decided to go out and sober up. He could actually dream of this Centaur. If he continued to play with this lunatic, he might take the initiative to drill into the gene modification room.
He covered his mouth and waved his hand to push away the Centaur. He hurriedly got up and walked out. However, just as he took a step, he was grabbed by the back of his collar and forcefully pulled back. At the same time, another one kilogram bottle of brandy was forcefully stuffed into his mouth.
"Woo woo woo …"
The Centaur laughed loudly until his entire face was distorted. At the same time, he didn't forget to call out to the various beauties in the room, "Take off his pants, let's celebrate! Also, whoever gets this guy's belt, no matter how much other venues offer, I will pay them all. That girl will be the queen tonight! "
The seven or eight women in the private room screamed at the same time. The next moment, Fan Lu, who was drunk, was drowned by the pink arms and legs. His eyes rolled up, and his remaining consciousness asked the ultimate question in the world,
Who am I?
Where am I?
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