Magical power is something ethereal, invisible and intangible, unlike physical strength, which can be strengthened through years of practice.

The power of magic requires a person to have strong mental strength, strong enough to control his own power. If there is no spirituality in this aspect, then no matter how powerful the bloodline is, it is equivalent to zero. If it is not handled well, the power will control it instead, just like Luo Youyou lost control before.

Out of trust in her companions, Luo Youyou abandoned all her five senses, and the noise around her gradually calmed down, as if she was in a world of nothingness at this moment, with nothing but herself and her spirit talking.

This was a chaotic and vast world, the sky was covered in white, but there were no snowflakes. Being in this world, she felt bitterly cold at one moment and so hot at another as if the world was about to melt, making her extremely uncomfortable.

Is this my spiritual world? It turns out my spiritual world is so complicated and chaotic.

Luo Youyou looked around with emotion. The sky and earth were covered in white, and then a blood-red wave of wind rushed out from the ground. The red was dazzling, strange, and extremely enchanting.

That red wave seemed to be her own power, just like her current situation, a very unstable ability, and she didn't know when it would burst out with an astonishing power. This red wave would also appear from time to time, in unexpected corners and at unexpected times.

Luo Youyou walked forward, wanting to chase the wind and waves, catch them and use them for her own benefit, but she found that no matter how she ran, the red wind and waves always kept a certain distance from her until she was exhausted and stopped.

Just as she was about to give up, the ground beneath her collapsed. She lost her footing and plummeted into the abyss. She tried to unfurl her wings, but they seemed disobedient and wouldn't move. She was surrounded by cliffs. She wanted to grab onto something, but the rugged cliffs felt smooth to the touch, like waxed marble. She couldn't hold onto anything, and her free fall only accelerated.

Her heart suddenly tightened, and she suddenly remembered the time she first met Jing Yan. He had pushed her off the building so unexpectedly, allowing her to activate her abilities during the fall.

Luo Youyou seemed to suddenly see the light, her eyes gleaming with a brilliance. She instantly put away her confusion and fear, and looked directly down at herself. Miraculously, her body landed steadily on the ground. The once abyss had become a flat plain, stretching as far as the eye could see. Even the chaotic world seemed to have become a little clearer.

Luo Youyou spotted a golden object emitting a faint glow in the distance, and she hurried over. It turned out to be that miraculous "flute." It wasn't really a flute, though. It couldn't be played. It had no sound holes, but it resembled a flute in appearance, intricately carved with patterns, like a sacred artifact of ancient royalty, shimmering with gold. It was incredibly gorgeous.

Luo Youyou picked it up and held it in her hand. It felt heavy and substantial, but the scent emanating from it was very strange. Such a beautiful thing actually exuded the scent of death. Even stranger, in addition to the scent of death, she also felt a very familiar feeling, which made her unconsciously think of her mother and the father she had never met.

The feeling was so wonderful that it made her want to cry.

Luo Youyou's eyes turned red for a moment, and then she turned away stubbornly, ignoring the inexplicable feeling in her heart. She just held it tightly in her hand, as if injecting the power belonging to it into her body. The chaotic world became clearer, and the vague shadow of the moon hung high in the sky.

It was a crimson moon, the most sacred moon for the vampires, but it was very blurry. She didn't know why the crimson moon appeared in her spiritual world. She wanted to spread her wings and fly up to find out, but the illusory world fell apart in an instant, turning into pieces. The imaginary world peeled off from her eyes bit by bit, and finally turned into nothing.

The information received by her senses gradually returned to her body. First, her sensitive sense of smell detected the smell of blood, the blood of a mermaid. She opened her eyes and saw that she was still in the cave. Everyone was staring at her with worried or inquiring eyes.

Luo Youyou smiled slightly, but she didn't know that her smile was very pale at the moment.

Not everyone can enter the spiritual world. It requires a huge amount of energy and physical strength. This is why she cannot fly wings in that world.

Luo Youyou's spiritual world itself is unstable. Some people's spiritual world is full of birdsong and flowers, some people's spiritual world is the Nine Nether Hell, and more people's spiritual world is chaos, just like what Luo Youyou saw, but Luo Youyou's world is more chaotic and unstable than other people's worlds.

Because Luo Youyou's spiritual world not only carries all her emotions, worries and other subjective things, but also carries her power. Those unfathomable powers need a clear and quiet world to exert their greatest power.

But Luo Youyou herself is a contradiction, with too many confusions and doubts. Add to that such a powerful force coming to disrupt things, and what she sees is a world that is about to fall apart. It feels like she may lose her mind at any time, and this feeling makes her very uneasy.

"Youyou, are you okay?" Jing Yan asked with concern. Through Jing Yan, Luo Youyou also saw Xue Ren behind him with a worried look on his face.

Luo Youyou shook her head and said weakly, "It's okay. I'll try."

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