As narrow as a seam in the blue mountain, as deep as a chalky trench at the bottom of a pool.
—— This is a special space inside the small jade Buddha, with a do filled with Buddha light, surrounded by an endless fog of the void world.
Originally, the world was silent like stagnant water, seemingly devoid of existence.
But as a dark golden Buddha light flickered, a crack seed to flash and disappear above.
Then, a shadow figure fell in, unable to extricate itself, plumting like freefall, landing with a swoosh into a corner of the fog.
In an ultra-short span of ti imasurable by length and almost unobservable, this humanoid shadow was absorbed by the surrounding fog as lines of Buddha light, like tiny flyspeck text, circled its body, carving out a new small clearing.
This place originally had the smallest clearing in the entire Jade Buddha Space, where a timid and aggrieved Xiao Ai was huddled.
The new clearing was adjacent to her, and as the dust settled, it contained a disheveled ponytailed young woman in mourning apparel.
A black drop symbol appeared under her feet, with a three-foot range of air buzzing, filled with the "sorrowful" wail of the Mysterious Domain.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Like a stone thrown into a thousand waves, in an instant, the boundless surrounding fog suddenly surged.
Pairs of eyes, either black as ink with varied emotions or blood-red in different shapes, moved closer from the dim chaos.
It was Hei Shan, Corpse Dog, and other Evil Spirits.
With attitudes of either curiosity, confusion, or hostility, they quietly observed the suddenly appearing "new tenant."
"..."
Bai Ji frowned vigilantly, sowhat unable to comprehend what had transpired.
Evidently, just monts ago, she accidentally fell for that perverted human’s trickery, enduring... no, enduring a long and infuriating oppression and humiliation.
After much difficulty, she finally escaped the strange ability that manipulated desires.
But with a close and open of her eyes, the world spun, and she ended up here.
Instinct told her that apart from the inconspicuous little one closest to her, many others hiding in the mist were extrely dangerous.
Like the large-breasted woman with scissors and a mask;
Like the large-breasted woman with black hair and eyes, and a mocking smile at the corner of her mouth;
Like the lazy yet majestic large-breasted woman wearing a phoenix coronet and red robe;
And the loli covered in a layer of blackish clay...
Huh, it’s strange, why are there so many female Corpse Ghosts and Yin Spirits here?
Who knew that perverted Lust Demon, despite lacking spiritual pressure, was a genius at Summoning Spirits!
But possessing so many strong subordinates not inferior to , why not release them to fight just now? Simply to humiliate ?
Bai Ji was utterly baffled.
However, on the do above, an overwhelming, inescapable terrifying aura imdiately made her realize she was now powerless.
And this feeling was sowhat familiar.
As if she fell from one cage into another.
Is it an existence akin to Death God?
What is that Lust Demon’s true identity?
Have I reached my end here...
... Within a few seconds, Bai Ji’s thoughts raced.
Yet even so, she remained quite unwilling, holding onto a sliver of hope, attempting to find a way out.
Having survived the terrifying calamity that once destroyed the world, what’s this little difficulty?
Just so minor troubles!
With this thought, Bai Ji’s spirit stirred, and she suddenly chanted: "I am the moon in the human and heavenly realms, sohow fallen into this prison gate, but with the sword in my chest, I shall slay through a hundred worlds and descend into the mortal dust!"
Thus speaking, Bai Ji’s aura surged as she reached for the sword Chibon Sakura in her chest, ready for a desperate struggle, a fight like a beast in a trap.
However, just then, she suddenly saw nearby fog bubbling like boiling water, rushing toward her, imdiately prompting vigilance.
The next mont, a bald head erged from the crowd.
A bald head with a familiar appearance!
"Is it you?" Bai Ji’s gaze focused, recognizing the monk’s origin.
This monk nad "Wu Jie" once visited the Soul Realm one day over a decade before the world broke and darkness engulfed it, even having so friction with her.
At that ti, he stealthily infiltrated, lurking near the Soul Realm palace for unknown reasons, discovered by herself on duty, and escaped after pursuit!
Unexpectedly, a once slightly grudging foe was now encountered again in this bizarre caged world.
Master Wu Jie first sized up this new "Yin God·Sorrow," then clasped his hands, chanting a Buddha’s na, using special ans to transmit ssages: "Donor Xiumu, how have you been? To think that with your grace and self-respect, you also arrive here."
"Do you know where this place is?" Bai Ji knit her sword-like brows, watching her surroundings vigilantly, questioning suspiciously.
Wu Jie didn’t answer but shook his head and sighed: "Alas, you shouldn’t have co."
"..."
"But you’re here nevertheless."
"..."
"Why did you co then?"
The other party kept being cryptic, which made Bai Ji angry: "... What are you trying to say, you shady monk?"
"Pfft! So, you lost yourself just now, right?" A wicked grin suddenly appeared on the usually solemn and compassionate face of Master Wu Jie.
"What are you talking about!" Bai Ji’s complexion changed dramatically, instinctively covering her mourning clothes, trying to conceal her spring-like curves.
But despite this, her slightly trembling and temporarily unable to close knees betrayed her.
Upon seeing this, Wu Jie’s face broke into an uncontrollable smile: "Hahaha, you have days like this too~"
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