The Yin Underworld had never known light.
Absolute desolation, absolute darkness. Back when certain people's cultivation had still been low, without borrowing the special effects of someone's blood, they could not even see the Yin Underworld clearly.
Thus, there was no day or night. It had always been the same.
The only slight way to judge the time was that during the Chen Hour, Spiritual Energy was a little fresher. The pitch-black desolation gave the illusion of spiritual radiance gathering and drifting through the void.
It was beautiful, yet cold and sinister.
After living in such a place for long, one would become like Qin Yi when he had first met Meng Qingying—pale-faced, reeking of Ghost Qi.
Back then, she had not been adorable at all. She had been quite bad, too.
Cultivators raised in such an environment generally had some psychological problems... Looking back on her former self, Meng Qingying felt she had changed enormously compared to now. First, her memories of her past life had merged with her, tempering the majestic aura of the Phoenix Sovereign. Second... she had fallen in love with Qin Yi, and gained warmth.
She had not wanted to do things Qin Yi disliked. Slowly, she had become more adorable, and even gained kindness.
Perhaps some people believed she was no longer Meng Qingying, that she was no different from anyone else, that she had become Qin Yi's accessory... Yet that was merely the natural restraint and convergence of character that came with choosing to be part of a group. What did it matter if outsiders did not understand the meaning of that convergence?
It was enough that she knew she was still Meng Qingying. Just like the others by his side, their nostrils were no longer quite so high in the air. The