"Then what should I do?" Shi Lan asked anxiously.

Mingxiao said, "The Lord has been with you for millions of years. The Lord's mother's divine power nourished the Lord and also enriched you. Therefore, there is an invisible connection between you. I think the Lord's soul should not reject your entry."

Shi Lan nodded and said, "Now that we're inside, what should I do?"

"According to my analysis, in the adult's mind, those clones who have forgotten their identities should still be doing what they did in that world before, but they will all have feelings for you in their subconscious. This is a thought that the adult planted when he sent down the clones ten thousand years ago. After you go in, find the person who caused the Soul-Destroying Nail to resonate and try to awaken him. If possible, it would be best to remove the evil things lingering around him, which can appropriately reduce the pressure on the adult."

"Understood," Shi Lan nodded, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

"Let's begin."

Mingxiao waved his claws, and as Shi Lan felt his body light up, he said seemingly unintentionally, "The master is used to pressing his tongue against his teeth to maintain a little clarity. If you really can't wake him up, try to stir up that little bit of clarity. It might have an unexpected effect."

Shi Lan opened her mouth, wanting to ask how to choose, but before she could ask, she felt a wave of dizziness. When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a patch of grass.

In the dim light of the night, she lay there alone, her temples throbbing intermittently.

Shi Lan reached out and touched the area near her temple. The intense pain made her see stars and her head throb.

Looking around, it seems we're on a path leading somewhere.

There was no one around, only the faint sound of shoes rubbing together in the distance.

Shi Lan subconsciously looked herself over. She was dressed in coarse white cloth, but because she had fallen to the ground earlier, it was covered with mottled gray stains. However, judging from the style, it was the attire of an ancient woman.

Shi Lan rubbed her head and found that it was indeed coiled into a bun.

The footsteps grew closer, and Shi Lan subconsciously lowered her head, making eye contact with the grasshopper lying by the grass roots, but her ears were perked up.

Hearing the sound gradually recede from above, Shi Lan breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to get up, she heard the footsteps that had just left turn back. "Lan Niang, what are you doing here?"

Shi Lan's hand, which was supporting her body, froze. Slowly, she raised her head and saw a handsome young man who looked like a scholar looking at her with curiosity two steps away.

Shi Lan chuckled dryly twice, declined his kind offer, and awkwardly got up from the ground.

"It's nothing, I just tripped and fell, and I feel a little dizzy," Shi Lan said, then swayed slightly, deliberately acting weak and short of breath.

The young man wasn't surprised to see her like this; he simply nodded sympathetically, told her to be careful, and then turned and left.

Shi Lan rubbed her aching head and stared blankly at the young man, wondering if he knew her and should know where she lived. Should she faint again and have him take her home?

Just then, a voice came from behind her, which startled her.