A glowing bridge stretched deep into the pitch-black void of dreams.
At that moment, a transparent figure of a Crystal-Eyed Race member appeared upon the Dream Bridge.
When she first appeared, she resembled a wax figure. Her eyes were lowered, and her expression was frozen.
But as the dream tentacles pushed her toward the depths of the Dream Bridge, her expression changed with every stretch she walked, becoming increasingly vivid.
By the time she reached the depths of the Dream Bridge, her consciousness, expression, and movements were as vivid as those of a living Crystal-Eyed Race member.
She was Yifuda.
Yifuda felt her consciousness awaken. Opening her eyes, she found herself walking across a glowing bridge, surrounded by nothingness.
An intangible spiritual instinct warned her that she could not approach the edge of the bridge, much less jump off it.
As long as she remained on the glowing bridge, everything would be safe.
Yifuda did not know why, but her consciousness was still somewhat muddled. Much of her memory was fragmented, and even her thoughts kept stuttering.
Under such circumstances, Yifuda felt it was better to follow that "spiritual instinct."
The intangible spiritual instinct not only warned her away from danger, but also guided her steadily onward, as though the end of the bridge of light was where true safety lay.
Yifuda trusted that her spiritual instinct would not deceive her. She advanced step by step, sorting through her thoughts as she went.
She needed to piece those fragments of memory together, bit by bit.
To recover her memories, recover her intelligence, and recover... herself.
Yes, Yifuda only knew her own name now. She knew nothing else. Yet she had a feeling that she had not lost her memories; rather, her consciousness had become sluggish and needed time to recover.