Three days later.
Having observed no anomalies and gathered no unusual information, Jiang Qiao stepped onto the cold iron-chain bridge.
The chains were mottled with rust.
They were covered in the marks of time.
Damp, rotten planks lay haphazardly across the chains, many of them already broken.
Walking across a bridge like this...
Even Jiang Qiao felt a long-forgotten dread. Below him lay emptiness and nothingness. He could not even imagine what would happen if he fell into it.
"I can't feel my body anymore."
After walking some distance...
Jiang Qiao discovered something strange.
Not only could he see no scenery or hear any sounds around him, but he had also lost all awareness of his own body. It was as though he had become a ghost drifting along the iron-chain bridge, yet he could still control his body.
It was a little like...
A dream?
That was how dreams worked: you could not feel your body, yet you could move wherever you pleased.
"A state of pure consciousness?"
He raised both hands and looked at them.
They were perfectly clear.
He could clench his fists and open them without trouble, yet he could not feel their physical presence. He tried clasping his hands together. He knew they were clasped and could sense the force of his grip.
But there was still no sensation of touch.
It was very strange.
Everything he "knew" seemed to arise directly in his mind through some sort of will.
He could "see" Mo Qingying behind him.
Not just her figure, but things invisible to the naked eye as well, such as her aura, her emotions, and the supernatural fluctuations within her body.
He could also "see" the marks on the planks beneath his feet.
From the holes eaten away by decay...
To the strange