After another bout of deep slumber, Luo Yixuan's consciousness gradually awoke once again from the void and stillness.
Her eyelids twitched slightly and slowly opened.
She had thought it would be the same darkness and tranquility as before, but a piercing ray of light now fell upon her pupils through the slits of her eyelids.
The long-lost light was so dazzling and painful.
She couldn't help but close her eyes again.
At this moment, she finally felt a difference from before and remembered the unusual tremor before this sleep.
Is my body finally about to be possessed!?
A sense of dread suddenly weighed on Luo Yixuan's heart.
In that place of perpetual darkness where she had been captive for ten years, the few times she had been let out were only for an old hag to feed her a pitch-black fruit.
Every time after consuming it, her cultivation level would advance by leaps and bounds, shattering her bottlenecks in a short period of time.
