C147 (1/2)

In the deepest and darkest corner.

A white mirage continuously floated in the air, unable to land or leave. She seemed to be trapped, trapped in this dark and gloomy place, but she could not remember why she was trapped here.

She could not remember her name, nor what she had experienced. It was as if she had lost something too important, as if if if she could not remember it, she would be imprisoned forever. The figure thought and thought, but he just couldn't remember.

She was extremely vexed. Her dreamlike figure constantly dimmed as she wasted more time, and she began to feel the exhaustion of her soul, something that could not be replenished. She knew that as long as she continued to be unable to remember who she was, perhaps, she would forever disappear from this world.

But she didn't remember anything.

She didn't know how long she stayed in the darkness. When she started to get used to the darkness and calmed down, she could hear the sound of a breeze blowing through the treetops, which was very, very light, very faint, as if it came from another world. Sometimes, when she was lucky, she would even hear the chirping of some small animals, which made her want to go out even more.

Until one day.

A crow that flew over layers and layers of unknown origin finally stopped by her side. It had three claws and three golden feathers on top of its head. Its pair of eyes were firmly fixed on her, filled with curiosity, and its agile appearance didn't resemble a silly crow at all.

It said, ”I felt a soul fluctuation outside and came in to see you. Little girl, why are you here?”

She was glad it could see her, but she didn't know how to answer that question. ”I don't remember,” she said.

The three-legged crow blinked his large eyes and said, ”You are such a poor little thing. You must remember it so quickly. That way, you can go out.”

Hearing this, she became even more depressed. ”I can't get out, but …” Her eyes lit up, and her beautiful peach blossom eyes were especially alluring. ”Can you tell me what the outside world is like?”

”The outside world is great, there are nine countries, each country is very different, and there are mortals and cultivators in each country. I have seen the most powerful expert in the continent of the Nine Nations, a cultivator dressed in white, but I don't know his name, I only know that he has a beautiful girl by his side, the most beautiful girl I've ever seen …”

He looked at her quietly for a moment, then shook his head. ”No, no, you're the nicest girl,” he said.

The white figure bit her lips in amusement at its words. A few fragmented images floated through her mind, but they only flashed by for a moment. She wanted to grab onto them, but nothing could be left behind.