Following the guidance of that seven-colored light, Xu Chunniang left the Spirit Realm and entered a vast wilderness.
This was... the True Immortal Realm?
Xu Chunniang glanced over the desolate surroundings. This land was exceedingly barren, and no matter how she looked at it, it had nothing in common with the Immortal Realm of legend.
She turned to look behind her, only to find that the path she had come from had already transformed into dense fog.
Immortals and mortals were worlds apart. Somewhere in the unseen, an invisible force was preventing her from turning back.
It seemed she could only continue forward.
Xu Chunniang released her divine sense. After walking a short distance ahead, her gaze narrowed slightly.
A young man lay unconscious amid a pile of stones.
His skin had originally been very fair, but now he was filthy from head to toe and covered in injuries, with two faint trails of tears still hanging on his face.
This young man was none other than Little White in human form!
The moment she discovered Little White, Xu Chunniang realized something was wrong. She hurried to his side and examined his soul and pulse.
Fortunately, Little White had only suffered superficial injuries. They looked serious, but in truth, they were no great concern.
The reason he remained unconscious was that he had been struck by a sleeping curse.
Yet from the sleeping curse alone, it was clear that the person who had cast it possessed an extremely profound cultivation.
Xu Chunniang swept her gaze over Little White's injuries and the shattered stones around him. A trace of doubt rose in her heart. She sent a strand of gentle spiritual energy into his body and attempted to break the curse.
The sleeping curse itself was not an especially advanced spell,