The moment Xuan Ying's forehead pressed tightly against Jiang Xinli's, the glow of the Transparent Morning Glory Flower surrounding her enveloped him as well—his half-man, half-snake form covered in Ice Blue Snake Scales.
Her spiritual power slowly dispersed, and Jiang Xinli's vision went completely dark.
When she awoke again, a bone-chilling cold, carried by a biting wind, surged in from all directions.
She opened her eyes, rubbing them sleepily, and saw large, palm-sized black snowflakes drifting down with a RUSTLE from the dim sky.
The pain and discomfort in her body vanished in an instant.
She understood. She had once again stepped into Xuan Ying's Spiritual Image.
The ice-blue castle of snow and ice was nowhere to be seen.
BOOM! With a deafening crash, the sound of a collapsing building came from the depths of the darkness.
Jiang Xinli furrowed her brow. Guided by the faint light of the Dodder Flower, she walked unhesitatingly toward the source of the sound.
