I was sweating bullets, but Christina wasn't responding. I could scream my lungs out and it wouldn't do any good.
I tried moving through the space and realized I was in a soul state. Only my soul had been pulled into this space.
Moving was easier this way. All I had to do was think about it, and I could float. But no matter how much I drifted around, I couldn't reach the edge of the space.
This space might have been as large as the area covered by Christina's yin energy in the real world, or it might have had some other kind of structure. I was like someone running on a treadmill: I could run as fast as I wanted, but there was no finish line ahead.
In a space like this, I couldn't sense the passage of time, which made me even more anxious.
Two or three days might have passed outside, or even longer. The world might have changed beyond recognition.
The thought made me restless.
I'd already guessed what Christina wanted to do. She was even crazier than those Ghost Kings. The impact of what she did would surpass that of any Ghost King.
The offer I'd made Christina wasn't just something I'd said to placate her. If she really agreed, I'd definitely convince Wu Ling to make a puppet body for her.
Wu Ling had once used puppets to let ghosts take shape and talk to people. Giving Christina a body so she could sing to her heart's content shouldn't be difficult.
Even if it was, we could find a way to overcome it.
We could accept Han Yun's existence and work with him. Having one more Christina wouldn't make any difference.
If she really meant it when she said she had no ill