Two Dreams

Snake Tongue wasn't sure whether she was still alive.

She had been in Astral Projection for more than half a year—183 days, to be precise.

A Curse Master's high-precision perception of changing phenomena allowed her to record the passage of time with the rigor of a clock. But now, the only reference point for that ability was herself. It seemed capable of nothing more than serving as a meaningless record of death.

She didn't know whether this had already broken some record in the Inner World, but she did know that her condition was extremely, extremely bad. Death might be only one step away.

The same question remained: was she really still alive?

Since ancient times, the East Asian cultural sphere had passed down legends of the "Corpse Disassembly Immortal." Though the details varied, the general idea was always that a cultivator abandoned their mortal shell, projected their soul, and roamed freely between heaven and earth, thereby gaining unimaginable abilities. Yet their life trajectories invariably traced a neat parabola, plunging into an abyss of despair at the end.

Perhaps in a few years, or a few decades, the annotations for "Corpse Disassembly Immortal" would gain an example named "Snake Tongue." But her more likely ending was to vanish without a sound, like the clouds before her that swirled, tore apart, and scattered away, leaving not the slightest trace behind.

The rate at which her spirit body was weakening required no precise perception to determine. Her final hour was drawing nearer by the day, and she was gradually losing even the strength to move independently. Thus, over the past two days, Snake Tongue had stopped following Gong Qi through the Cloud Top World like a ghost lingering at his back.

Gong Qi responded with indifference.

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