Darkness. Endless darkness.
I floated in the void, unable to feel my body; only my consciousness still lingered in a hazy blur. Is this death? Turns out a transmigrator can die after all...
Suddenly, a sliver of light pierced the darkness. I struggled to "open my eyes" and saw a blurry figure—it was Ling Xiang! She was kneeling before a stone platform, holding the "Wind Blade" in both hands, her face streaked with tears.
Chapter 177