At the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, inside a secret chamber.
Purple Skirt sat cross-legged, the aura around her steadily rising with mysterious fluctuations.
The candle flame beside her flickered and swayed amid the fluctuations coming from Purple Skirt...
Before Purple Skirt, a stooped old woman in her twilight years watched her gravely, seemingly worried about her condition.
"Master, how is she?" Beside them, the Demon Sect's Sect Master asked, her face full of worry.
The stooped Demon Sect Ancestor slowly shook her head.
"I don't know either. An'an has clearly already reached Spirit Transformation, so why won't she wake?"
The Demon Sect's Sect Master sighed and nodded sorrowfully.
"Could it be because of the inheritance she obtained in that Divine Realm?"
The Demon Sect Ancestor gazed intently at Cheng An'an, seemingly hoping to discern some clue, but in the end, she merely sighed...
They did not know that Cheng An'an's consciousness had wandered into an exceedingly strange place.
It was a sea of white mist. Beyond that boundless whiteness, nothing could be seen...
Bewildered, Cheng An'an pushed through the mist, walking through this world.
Yet that mist seemed endless. No matter how far Cheng An'an walked, she could never reach its end.
Gradually, Cheng An'an grew impatient.
But other than feeling agitated, there seemed to be nothing she could do...
After walking through that mist for an unknown length of time, she finally saw a stone stele.
A towering stone stele that reached into the heavens, covered in ancient patterns, pitch-black and eerie.
Upon that stone stele were only two words:
Eternal Life!
Beneath the stone stele stood an ethereal, aloof figure, as though she had already stood there for untold tens of thousands of years.
Puzzled, Cheng An'an cautiously walked over.
That ethereal figure seemed to have been watching