Identity

When Shi Lan came to herself again, she found herself surrounded by endless white.

The familiar, powerful true qi had returned to her body.

The Moon Extremity Dress she wore was just as it had been before.

"Shi Lan?"

Hearing Samsara's voice in her mind, Shi Lan gradually came around. She looked toward a gray figure sitting cross-legged in the distance and asked,

"Where is this? Who are you, really?"

"This is the Guiyun Realm. I am Wuxu."

Wuxu's expression remained as still as an ancient well.

"The Guiyun Realm?"

"This place was formed from Guiyun's life's work."

Wuxu slowly raised a hand. A hazy glow gathered in his palm.

Within the glow appeared a phantom space divided into three layers.

As Shi Lan gazed at the glow, she suddenly felt a tug. Her whole body seemed to float, and her consciousness merged into the light.

A small-looking continent gradually came into focus before her eyes.

She seemed to have no body now, only consciousness. The sensation was wondrous.

Across the continent, smoke rose everywhere and wars raged without end. A visible layer of bloody baleful energy gradually gathered over the land.

"This is..." Shi Lan stared blankly.

"This is the small world you were just in, a part of the Guiyun Realm."

Wuxu's voice sounded beside her ear.

Shi Lan guided her consciousness closer to the continent, slowly descending over a battlefield.

Hundreds of thousands of troops surged like a tide toward a city.

Smoke filled the air. Wood, stones, molten metal, and boiling oil poured down from the walls, while the air rang with shouts and cries of slaughter.

On the battlefield, apart from the commanding generals and officers, the ordinary soldiers were no different from beasts.

They knew only to swing the steel blades and long spears