Gu Shengyin almost barely kept a sliver of clarity as she ran to the place she had chosen.
At first glance, this place seed quite ordinary, nothing more than a small hill covered in lush green grass.
It wasn’t even picturesque.
But in Gu Shengyin’s eyes, the entire mountain’s spiritual energy was most concentrated in this spot.
If there were a cultivator here, they would be able to see that the spiritual energy had already ford a faint mist of milky white.
Spiritual energy forming mist indicated that the concentration of spiritual energy here was at least interdiate.
Such a place, if in the True Cultivation World, would be nothing special.
But in this world, it’s already an incredibly rare place—at least, Gu Shengyin hadn’t found a place with spiritual energy to match this one in the entire Central Southern region.
Gu Shengyin didn’t put on any complex maneuvers.
She simply lay there quietly, just like soone lazily napping while sunbathing.
Yet, in the eyes of the system, the only observer at the mont, it was very clear that the mist-like spiritual energy seed to follow a predetermined trajectory, swarming into Gu Shengyin’s small body.
Everything seed to be going smoothly.
A flash of white light appeared from the system—was An Weiwei coming this way?
At this mont, An Weiwei no longer resembled the delicate and refined young lady she once was.
Her hair was dry and ssy. Her crumpled clothes were stained with blood, and she tightly held a waterlon knife in her hand.
The strangest thing was her gaze—frightened, anxious, twisted, with a tinge of madness—definitely not the gaze a normal person should have.
Right now, she was walking aimlessly, but in the eyes of the system, it was clear that her disorderly steps were gradually drawing closer to where Gu Shengyin was.
The host is currently at a critical stage, and An Weiwei is in such an irrational state; she cannot be allowed to approach the host.
The white light on the system flashed more urgently.
An Weiwei, who was walking in a daze, suddenly felt everything go dark in front of her.
Her steps halted.
Because she realized she had arrived at a strange place.
It was excessively quiet here, with even the chirping and calls of insects and birds that had echoed in her ears now completely gone; she couldn’t even hear her own footsteps.
It was also excessively dark here.
An Weiwei felt as if her eyes had lost their function.
Because everything she saw turned into untouchable darkness.
Having been tornted by terrifying nightmares for a whole month, An Weiwei’s heart surged with anxiety.
A sense of foreboding filled her heart and beca a reality in the next mont.
Out of the dark void suddenly appeared a bloody shadow.
It was a tabby cat, its skin had been flayed off, exposing layers of pale flesh, intermingled with fresh red threads of blood.
The blood on it was still dripping down its body.
An Weiwei, however, could clearly hear this sound.
Drip~
Drip~
The sound of blood splattering onto the ground.
She then saw the eyes of the tabby cat, which should have been dead long ago, begin to move.
With a resentful gaze, it locked directly onto her.
The bloody figure seed to have a path beneath it, taking steps through the air, walking towards An Weiwei.
"Ah—" An Weiwei finally couldn’t hold back and scread.
She gripped the knife tightly in her hand, retreating continuously.
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