Under the system's control, Pei Ling sat down directly across from the prisoner and began cultivating.
As the cultivation method circulated, the magical power within him gradually began to recover.
At the same time, his injuries healed further.
At that moment, a voice suddenly rang in Pei Ling's ear: "Hmph!"
The speaker was clearly very displeased, her voice cold and tinged with anger.
Pei Ling froze at the sound. That was Mo Lilan's voice!
More precisely, it should have been the Fallen Immortal Will's voice.
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The icy Sea of Consciousness.
At some point, the towering snow-capped peaks in the distance had quietly vanished, and the ice sculptures scattered across the frozen plain were gradually disappearing as well.
The sudden darkness was like a bowl of thick ink, abruptly spilled across a landscape painting, swallowing every last feature.
In the darkness, a figure wrapped in layer upon layer of chains stood motionless.
At the heart of the chains, the prisoner in his uniform frowned deeply.
The darkness before him seemed tangible: viscous, frigid, still, and uncanny. Even his Spiritual Sense could not pierce it to discover what might be lurking within.
Rustling sounds and a clamor of overlapping voices rang incessantly in his ears, making him feel inexplicably restless.
...This was the Nether Heaven Mist of the Eternal Night Desert!
He had been wandering through this darkness for a very long time, yet he had neither been attacked nor come across anything he could attack.
It was as though the darkness were merely a larger cage, confining him in a different form.
The prisoner pondered for a moment, then lowered his head and looked at the ground.
The reflection of the delicate woman, once visible on the ice like a pale moonbeam, had disappeared.
With his sharp eyesight, he could