There was darkness in front of my eyes.
No…
wrong.
More precisely, Qiao Jin felt that she no longer had a human body.
She is like duckweed, or something else, her whole body seems to be in a loose state, floating in this deep, endless space.
Dark, depressing, cold.
It's the hue here.
This is different from Qiao Jin's imagination.
She crossed the space entrance and nothing painful happened.
The Rakshasa Realm is also very different from what she imagined.
Here, there are no monsters covering the sky and the sun as she imagined, and the quietness here is a bit outrageous.
There is no color around, only a piece of pure black, as if covered in a thick fog, only occasionally passing some different shadows.
Qiao Jin felt that she didn't look like a human being at the moment, she could see everything around her, but found that she couldn't see herself.
She doesn't know what state she is in now.
She felt that as she entered the Rakshasa Realm, when she stayed here, there would always be some broken fragments in her mind.
Fragments of memories seem to be slowly being pieced together.
She didn't know how long she had been wandering in this silent and dark world. If it was someone else, she would feel oppressed and suffocated or even panic within a few minutes. She just felt a little confused.
There is no trace of breath on his body, even the swallowing is gone.
She didn't know where she was going to float. Although the surrounding scenery remained the same, she felt that she was moving.
She keeps going.
It didn't know how long it took for her to feel a low roar coming from around her, which seemed to be the ferocious roar of a demon. She seemed to raise her head, and a huge demon body slid past her without seeing her.
If it wasn't for this monster, she wouldn't even feel any breath and color in this world.
And the goblin doesn't seem to see her.
There is a worse situation, that is, Qiao Jin does not have a body, she is just a consciousness.
Her consciousness came to the Rakshasa Realm.
"you… "
A faint sigh came from a distant place, bringing an emptiness.
Quiet, cold, like a hoarseness after thousands of years.
As soon as Qiao Jin's mind moved, he felt his vision suddenly widen, and a person suddenly appeared in front of him.
To be exact, it was really a human figure, and that figure stretched out its hand towards her, and she felt that she had a shape, and subconsciously stretched out her hand, and she really saw her hand.
In the dark environment, she seemed to be gathered by the stars, exuding a moving brilliance all over her body, appearing little by little.
In such a dark world, her appearance was abrupt and outrageous.
That bright color can almost destroy the surrounding darkness.
In the tumbling fog, a hand stretched out. That hand seemed to be full of bones, which was a little scary, but the moment it came into contact with Qiao Jin, it gradually returned to its former color, with slender fingers. , scallion white as jade, with distinct joints.
That was Song Yanqing's hand.
He appeared from the thick fog, his original shape was not clear, but when he came into contact with Qiao Jin, he returned to his former appearance.
He looked at her as if he had been nostalgic for thousands of years, and his eyes were only on her.
He sighed slightly, and had a hoarse longing again: "You are still here."
After an unknown amount of time, when his concept of time was blurred, she still appeared.