Cheng Xiu stepped over the golden ring into the second field.
She was pressed to the ground by a great pressure.
Cheng Xiu closed her eyes, and felt the Qi inside her circulate faster again.
The temperature of her body rose up with the increase in the Qi tempo, and she felt her muscles contract in an unpleasant throbbing.
Cheng Xiu tried not to focus on the Qi or the pain, turning her attention towards the Red-clad lady.
Unlike before, when she was completely faceless, now a small projection could be seen that hinted at a nose.
She was fascinated, and a thought appeared in her mind, that, as absurd as it should sound to her, felt logical.
The closer Cheng Xiu is to reaching her Soul Shard, the closer the woman comes to having an actual face.
Cheng Xiu curled her hand into a fist, and raised it towards her head massaged her forehead, thinking of a way that she would be able to complete the task.
