In a space full of stairs, corridors, and chaotic inverses, a figure in white was floating and meditating.
In front of her, an ancient sword was hanging straight, occasionally emitting slight resonance.
Too much silence can drive one mad... The sound of the sword's song was, comparatively, a good thing.
Qin Chuyu stopped after exploring this space for a long while... She could not find an exit, nor could she figure out a way to solve it, yet she still maintained a peaceful state of mind.
However, within this special space, there wasn't any Spiritual Energy... But in contrast, the power within her body would not dissipate for no reason.
With her cultivation, fasting was but a trivial matter... Remember when Gongsun Wuwo and Gong Fanxing were imprisoned for five hundred years in the Penglai Treasury, neither eating nor drinking, yet still remained vigorous.
Qin Chuyu slowly came back to her senses from her state of meditation, a trace of peculiarity flashed in her eyes.
