Feng Luo remained silent, a fact that cannot be denied.
"I think this is great. When one person goes out, the other two can chat. If more people come, one person can form a team." The woman's features became clearer, and she spoke more and more.
The woman felt relieved, but Feng Luo didn't think so.
Because of this so-called time traveler, Feng Luo and her grandmother had a very hard ten years. She was always looked down upon like a fool and couldn't enjoy the happiness of ordinary people. If she hadn't fallen ill, perhaps her mother wouldn't have remarried, and none of this would have happened.
Therefore, women feel satisfied, but Feng Luo does not; women choose to compromise, but Feng Luo does not.
Feng Luo stopped speaking. After all, this was Feng Luo's home turf. She could absorb the power of the soul space and examine parts of the memories of the other two souls.
While the mirage demon controlled her body, Feng Luo was constantly working to master her soul space.
Seeing that Feng Luo ignored her, the woman stopped talking and left the water to inspect the extra piece of land.
This landmass is already quite large, with sandy beaches on the outer edge, and soft soil and some bluish-gray rocks as you walk in.
"Feng Luo, look at this place, it's nice! We can build a house here. Do you think we can turn those two orbs of light into the sun and the moon?" The woman said excitedly.
Feng Luo remained motionless and silent in the air.
"Tch, how boring." The woman continued walking inside, picking up a few stones as she went, and found a spot not far from the water's surface to squat down and start digging a hole.
At this moment, the mirage demon was fleeing for its life, Feng Luo was cultivating, and the woman was squatting on the ground digging a hole.
She dug a pit half a meter deep, laid sand and gravel at the bottom, and poured some water into it. The woman sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), looking at her creation, and felt that she had done something a bit nonsensical.
But what else can we do? Whether we can get out of here alive is still a question, and the hope of reclaiming the body is even more remote.
Fortunately, the mirage brought energy replenishment; otherwise, she might have dissipated.
In the mountains, the mirage demon leaned against a large tree, panting heavily. He had reached the edge of the Spirit-Raising Mountain. Feng Luo had been unconscious for several days and was extremely weak. The mirage demon had reached its limit by now.
"We can't escape like this. Why don't we find a place to hide?" the woman suggested.
"It's too dangerous here. Hanwu Palace might activate a killing formation and raze this place to the ground."
"My body has reached its limit." Feng Luo also landed from the air, her face pale.
The mirage demon looked at the inner core it had obtained; now it had no choice but to take the risk.
He found a secluded mountain hollow, closed his eyes, and began to meditate and exhale.
"Is it a bit too late to start cultivating now?" No one answered the woman's question.
Mortals cannot withstand the spiritual power of a demon core; swallowing it directly would only result in their bodies exploding and death. The mirage demon could only make some preparations. Fortunately, the inner core had a slight connection with his soul, and with careful control, he should be able to borrow some of its power.
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