Su Qing had fallen into the same predicament as Luo Qian. She was still walking along the White Bone Stairway, but the old woman with the python-head phantom who had followed close behind her, Luo Qian, and the others who had traveled with her had all vanished without a trace.
"Is this an illusion?" Su Qing stopped on the White Bone Stairway, hesitating to move forward. All sorts of sounds surged around her, each seeming to form a different space that siphoned away part of her attention. As the sounds overlapped, Su Qing felt her consciousness involuntarily split into countless fragments, each drawn into a different space.
"No, at this rate, my Primordial Spirit will eventually be exhausted, and I'll die." Su Qing's expression shifted as she urgently searched for a way to deal with this. Directing ant swarms in battle had always demanded a powerful Primordial Spirit. It was under such circumstances that Su Qing had forged hers into a formidable one.
Even with her consciousness being rapidly drained, Su Qing could still hold out for a while. But even the strongest Primordial Spirit had its limits. At this rate, hers would be completely exhausted in less than an hour.
Su Qing tried all sorts of methods to stop the drain, but none worked particularly well.
"What should I do?" Su Qing's brows knitted into a deep frown.
Since she couldn't stop it, she might as well stop trying. Su Qing steeled herself and no longer deliberately tried to prevent her consciousness from being drained. Instead, she guarded her original nature, holding fast to that tiny pocket of clarity deep within her heart.
All kinds of sounds poured into Su Qing's sea of consciousness and reverberated there. Su Qing forgot everything; it was as if those clamorous sounds had