"Ye Fu, pull up a few more stalks of grass for me. Don't waste any wherever we pass."
Ye Qianfan rode Ye Fu while pulling up Life-and-Death Grass. He practically left not a blade of grass standing in his wake!
After all, this stuff was worth a fortune.
But Ye Qianfan, engrossed in making money, failed to notice Daoist Chen scheming behind him. The man took a sheet of talisman paper from his robes, bit open his finger, and wrote a spell on it!
Then Ye Qianfan heard someone on the bank shout, "Watch out! That's the Rebirth Incantation!"
Only then did Ye Qianfan hurriedly glance back.
But that one glance...
All Ye Qianfan saw was a flash of golden light.
After the golden light flashed, Ye Qianfan found himself in a place of nothingness. True nothingness—there was nothing there but a vast expanse of gray mist.
Yet no matter how Ye Qianfan moved forward, backward, up, or down, the mist seemed to have no edges, no boundaries.
"Ye Fu?"
"..."
A long while passed, but Ye Qianfan heard no response.
He tried to look down at himself, only to discover that he no longer existed. Yes, he could see neither himself nor anything else.
There was not the slightest trace of a body around him, and Ye Qianfan could feel neither heat nor cold.
It was all as though...
He had fallen into some strange state.
Did that damned Daoist kill me?
I don't know...
I don't understand...
There was no one he could ask, either.
And so Ye Qianfan felt himself floating endlessly. When he grew tired of floating, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
When he woke, he continued floating through the gray mist, as though there were neither a future nor a past. His five