"It's late at night in Ban City."
The clouds were still eternally bright, and the originally cloudy environment became even more restless and uneasy because of the sun hanging high in the sky.
Snake Tongue floated in the air, her spirit body becoming increasingly illusory and unreal. Sometimes, a gust of wind blew, and her figure seemed to fluctuate and disperse, as if she could transform into the clouds at any time.
Gong Qi was at Snake Tongue's side, listening to the strange collapsing sounds that came from the depths of the surging cold currents of clouds. After a moment, he smiled faintly and said, "The clouds and the sun seem to be in harmony, but in fact, they are far from being separated. It's like this on Earth, and it's even worse here... Two originally unrelated space-time, for some reason, are continuously interfering and colliding. This is actually a great help to us. "
Snake Tongue was silent, but the collapsing sounds were becoming increasingly clear.
"This is the fluctuation transmitted by space-time interference. Good, very good!"
Gong Qi's spirit body seemed solid, no different from an ordinary person. At this moment, he stretched out his hand and gently plucked at the clouds, intersecting with the vibrations deep in the air. "Under the interference collision, the originally hidden and restrained structure of space-time is revealed. It is necessary to use this to observe and explore. If we can capture traces of the space-time Earth is in during this time, we can wait until the intensity of the interference collision reaches a certain level. The space-time structure will change, and the shackles will loosen. That will be a great opportunity to escape. "
"Escape, huh..." Snake Tongue's thoughts were finally transmitted. They were faint and weak, but they carried an undisguised mocking tone.
So what if it was really as Gong Qi said? She hadn't forgotten the Silk of Silence that covered the outer layer of her spirit body. In the past half a year, this strange item had taken advantage of her weakening day by day to continuously penetrate deep into her spirit body, gathering information and attempting to interfere and control her. If it wasn't for the Jade Shattering Secret Technique that Gong Qi was worried about losing everything, perhaps she would have long since been reduced to an artifact spirit. Her life would be worse than death.
Even if she truly escaped and returned to the local space-time of Earth, she would still be Gong Qi's captive, and Gong Qi would have thousands of methods to deal with her. Her fate would only be more miserable than it was now.
Gong Qi was well aware of Snake Tongue's attitude and thoughts, but he didn't care in the slightest. He was even a bit more amiable than usual. "You have to use your heart. This kind of space-time interference information is a good opportunity that you can't encounter on Earth. It will be beneficial to your future cultivation."
Snake Tongue coldly retorted, "Secretary-General Gong is proficient in spatial teleportation and has a deep understanding of the structure of space-time. I can't compare to such a foundation and knowledge. Not to mention, my life force is currently dissipating. I can't afford to waste this mental energy."
Gong Qi laughed involuntarily, "Not really, not really. As the saying goes, there's light at the end of the tunnel, survival in a desperate situation. These words are designed for you and me … This is a rare opportunity. Calm down and carefully experience it. "
With a buzzing sound, Gong Qi's figure disappeared. No one knew where he went.
Snake Tongue didn't react in the slightest. However, her spiritual body continued to fluctuate within the surging clouds. Her mind also spread out as it swayed, dispersing into the nothingness.
She was used to this state. It was as if she was experiencing a long dream, so much so that she could hardly tell the difference between reality and dreams.
Her soul had been cleaved into two halves.
One half was above the despairing and lonely clouds. Her life force weakened with each passing day. Her mind was muddled every day, and she had to endure Gong Qi's oppression. Every day, she was like a wisp of a remnant soul without any prospects to speak of. She couldn't see any driving force of life.
The other half returned to Sakura City. In the hidden environment that she was most proud of, she fused with the fake yet real Kitayama Yueki. She played the role of a retreating artist who was kept as a mistress by a powerful figure in society.
This period of her life was much richer.
She could walk, sit, and lie like a normal person. She could realize a complete daily routine. She could even go out for a stroll. Shopping wasn't a problem, including online shopping. She could greet and chat with the housewives of the high-class residential district. In the past, this was a boring matter that she couldn't be bothered to deal with. Now, she had a special interest in doing it. Even if those foolish housewives misunderstood her as a despicable person who had lost her financial backer, it didn't matter.
In this period of her life, she understood the value of life more than any other time.
However, she could only live like a normal person.
As long as she had any plans or inclinations that involved the inner world or supernatural powers, she would immediately lose all control over herself. She would once again become a weak spirit, drifting in the sky above Sakura City. She could only watch helplessly as her fleshly body returned to the state of a walking corpse, unable to do anything.
After a few foolish attempts, Snake Tongue understood.
An invisible hand was manipulating everything she experienced. It was wantonly toying with her will. Suddenly, it was heaven, suddenly, it was earth, suddenly, it was life, and suddenly, it was death. It was impossible for her to resist.
However, if Snake Tongue was given a chance to choose between the clouds and Sakura City, she would choose the latter without the slightest hesitation. She would choose the latter without the slightest hesitation. Even if the essence of it was that the 'invisible hand' was no different from Gong Qi's plans, and it was very likely that it would turn her into a caged canary that could decide her life and death with a single thought, causing her to completely lose the freedom of her body and soul.
However, at the very least, she saw a glimmer of hope for survival. In that brief state of "Spirit and Body as One", wisps of vitality, weak but life-threatening energy, came from a channel she couldn't understand and poured into her nearly dried up spirit body. Her spirit body was on the verge of collapse, replenishing a tiny bit of vitality and extending her life.
As for Gong Qi, who was also trapped in the clouds, he only wanted to refine her into the Yarn of Silence.
Snake Tongue already couldn't see too far ahead. She only knew that she could still live. She had to live!
Just this one condition was enough.
And because of this, she had to conceal this secret.
"I can't let Gong Qi know!"
This was the iron law Snake Tongue had set for herself.
She was extremely weak and had long since lost the qualifications to benefit from both sides. In fact, even if she was at her peak, she still wouldn't have the qualifications to face two supernatural powers.
Yes, that's right. The person who could penetrate the barrier of space and time and control her life or death was undoubtedly a super powerhouse!
She could only entrust her fate to one side. This was a single choice question, a question of life and death.
This absolutely wasn't an easy matter. The Yarn of Silence was constantly spying on the state of her spirit body. No matter where Gong Qi was, he could use this strange item to probe Snake Tongue's specific state.
Snake Tongue could only think of every method possible to conceal the traces of the changes brought about by the Split Soul Dreamland. As for everything else, she would leave it to the heavens to decide.
"Time should be almost up."
The pattern of these dreams was quite strong. They were more or less in accordance with a normal person's daily routine. From morning to nightfall, there would be at least one dream a day. The last time was twenty hours ago. Now that dawn was approaching, perhaps the summoning would come soon.
Soon...
Cold air whooshed past. The fine sound of bowstrings being drawn rose and fell. Time flowed on like this. One hour, two hours, five hours, ten hours, and even another twenty hours passed. There was no sign of the expected summoning.
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