Not a Single Drop Left

"Fellow Daoist Tang Yu, the laws of this fragment space seem to have gone wrong. Has the true essence in your body vanished too?"

Realizing something was amiss, Ning Qingyan immediately turned to Tang Yu and asked.

"Just call me Tang Yu. Calling each other Fellow Daoist is too formal. It's not like we're fellow cultivators anyway."

Tang Yu grinned and rubbed his hands together.

"Same here. Not a single drop left."

Hearing Tang Yu say that he had none left either, Ning Qingyan's face gained a few traces of worry. "In that case, we've run into the most troublesome situation possible."

For cultivators, losing all the true essence in their bodies meant they could no longer use divine abilities or spells. They could not even use magic artifacts or storage rings.

There was practically no difference between them and ordinary people.

More importantly, once her true essence vanished, she could even feel the chill in the surrounding air.

"I'll take a look around first."

After surveying the dense mountain forest around them, Tang Yu found the tallest tree and began climbing it.

Once he reached the top, Tang Yu looked into the distance and could not help exclaiming, "Oh ho," before quickly climbing back down.

"Did you see anything?"

Seeing Tang Yu come down, Ning Qingyan hurriedly asked.

"It looks like we're on a floating island. I saw nothing but sky at the edge."

Tang Yu's answer made Ning Qingyan's expression shift slightly.

Once one entered a fragment space, it was possible to find an exit.

But with their true essence gone, being stranded in midair meant they had no way to search for that exit.

After panicking for a moment, Ning Qingyan could no longer afford to think that far ahead.

The frigid wind around them was already