The sky was murky and dark, filled with miasma.
Shang Ruyi walked aimlessly in this smoky place, feeling an endless sense of bewilderment around her. There was no road under her feet; she could only detect a faint fragrance that seemed to come from nowhere.
It was like sandalwood, yet also like medicinal herbs.
She raised her head, intending to find a way out, but suddenly noticed a blurry figure appearing ahead.
A towering man stood amidst the smoke, his white monk robes absorbed the mist, almost turning into clouds, ready to drift away with him.
He was—
Shang Ruyi's heart suddenly sank, but before she could think further, a shadow suddenly emerged from behind him.
It seemed like a person, appearing delicate at first, then suddenly becoming enormous, casting a shadow that almost enveloped Shang Ruyi entirely. Seeing the shadow, Shang Ruyi immediately felt a tearing pain within her, as if an invisible hand was tearing at her soul, trying to snatch it away from her body.
