Fairy Tianle slowly woke within a haze of drowsy cloudiness.
Her subconscious mind released its intent, attempting to perceive the surroundings, but she discovered that not a trace of cultivation remained within her.
Straining her eyes open, she tried to discern where she was.
All around was a thick fog that seemed bottomless, with shadowy figures flickering in and out of sight.
Her feet stood upon soft earth, feeling waves of chill seeping through the soles of her feet and into her body.
Yet this chill did not bring coldness; rather, it brought comfort.
It felt as though she had been dreaming all this while, her mind now clouded with confusion, but beneath it all lay an innate drive to move forward.
Stumbling along, her consciousness gradually became clearer with the constant influx of chilling energy, as if her mind had been granted extra capacity for thought.
Little by little, she began to remember.
"I am dead..."
