Jiang Li had been dreaming a lot lately.
The dreams were strange and varied:
There was a future where humanity's apex had been wiped out, leaving only her to lead the last survivors as they struggled bitterly to hold on within the Mist;
There was also one where she wandered alone through the Mist, clutching an unfamiliar, enormous scythe in her hand, Harvesting every living thing she encountered while searching for something that could kill her...
The dream that left the deepest impression on her was Xu Xiaoan's "future."
In the dream, Xu Xiaoan had already reached the Ninth-tier and was attempting to peer into a deeper darkness.
She climbed higher and higher, only to be swallowed by the darkness that devoured worlds, merging with it as one.
There was no cause, no consequence—only that single image.
As a Sixth-tier, Jiang Li should have been fully capable of controlling her body and mind. Dreaming was simply impossible unless she did it deliberately!
And strangely enough, ever since then, an inexplicable impulse had risen in her heart.
I really want to die once and experience what it feels like...
Put simply, that was probably it.
The cursed ability Xu Xiaoan had inherited from [Withering] seemed to fit that impulse perfectly.
Jiang Li did not know what was happening to her. She only felt that something was slowly awakening through her soul.
And It was using these dreams to try to tell her something!
Yet to Jiang Li, all of this was absurd and impossible to understand.
Whenever she wanted to talk to Yin Mengyao about it, the words would somehow catch in her throat before she could say them...
"Jiang Li?"
Xu Xiaoan poked her head out from the stairwell, looking at her in confusion.
"Coming!"
Jiang Li naturally lifted a