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In the deepest and darkest corner.

A white mirage continuously floated in the air, unable to land or leave. She seemed to be trapped, trapped in this dark and gloomy place, but she could not remember why she was trapped here.

She could not remember her name, nor what she had experienced. It was as if she had lost something too important, as if if if she could not remember it, she would be imprisoned forever. The figure thought and thought, but he just couldn't remember.

She was extremely vexed. Her dreamlike figure constantly dimmed as she wasted more time, and she began to feel the exhaustion of her soul, something that could not be replenished. She knew that as long as she continued to be unable to remember who she was, perhaps, she would forever disappear from this world.

But she didn't remember anything.

She didn't know how long she stayed in the darkness. When she started to get used to the darkness and calmed down, she could hear the sound of a breeze blowing through the treetops, which was very, very light, very faint, as if it came from another world. Sometimes, when she was lucky, she would even hear the chirping of some small animals, which made her want to go out even more.

Until one day.

A crow that flew over layers and layers of unknown origin finally stopped by her side. It had three claws and three golden feathers on top of its head. Its pair of eyes were firmly fixed on her, filled with curiosity, and its agile appearance didn't resemble a silly crow at all.

It said, "I felt a soul fluctuation outside and came in to see you. Little girl, why are you here?"

She was glad it could see her, but she didn't know how to answer that question. "I don't remember," she said.

The three-legged crow blinked his large eyes and said, "You are such a poor little thing. You must remember it so quickly. That way, you can go out."

Hearing this, she became even more depressed. "I can't get out, but …" Her eyes lit up, and her beautiful peach blossom eyes were especially alluring. "Can you tell me what the outside world is like?"

"The outside world is great, there are nine countries, each country is very different, and there are mortals and cultivators in each country. I have seen the most powerful expert in the continent of the Nine Nations, a cultivator dressed in white, but I don't know his name, I only know that he has a beautiful girl by his side, the most beautiful girl I've ever seen …"

He looked at her quietly for a moment, then shook his head. "No, no, you're the nicest girl," he said.

The white figure bit her lips in amusement at its words. A few fragmented images floated through her mind, but they only flashed by for a moment. She wanted to grab onto them, but nothing could be left behind.

"What else?"

"Also," the three-legged crow smacked his lips as he thought of something, "There seems to have been a big change in the demon realm." Also, "the three-legged crow smacked his lips as he thought of something," There seems to have been a big change in the demon realm.

Her heart skipped a beat and she asked, "Do you know his name?"

The three-legged crow was a little upset, "I don't know his name either, but I do know that his original body was that of an ice snow wolf. He was the most loyal species in all the heavens, possessing great strength and a heart that was devoid of emotions." As it spoke to here, it was somewhat conflicted, "Why do you think such a person would create so much slaughter?"

Her mind had long since been distracted by the phrase "snow wolf from the snowy plains." It was as if she had met such an ice-cold wolf in the underworld.

"The Lord of the Devil Realm has already become his. It's a pity that he seems to have lost his most beloved one." The three-legged crow sighed, a little regretful. "If his lover was still in this world, perhaps, he might not be like this."

"His beloved?" The white silhouette trembled. "How did he die?"

"I don't know." The three-legged crow was a bit annoyed that he couldn't answer the question, "But I've secretly followed him to an ice coffin and seen that person's appearance. He's a beautiful young lady that's rarely seen."

She was already at a loss for words. She only felt that her eyes, which could not shed tears, were moist as if she was hallucinating. She was clearly just a soul that could not shed tears.

"Silly girl," the three-legged crow flew up and looked at her with a worried expression. "You have to remember your name soon. If you do, I'll definitely look for you. Remember to bring me to eat something good." He blinked, and despite her response, just as he had when he arrived, he flapped his pitch-black wings and passed through all the obstacles, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

She smiled silently in the darkness as something flashed through her mind. It was something too gentle, and she didn't want to chase after it. She just felt the warmth in her head, and her tired heart suddenly felt full of strength.

She was still in the darkness, not knowing her name, but she didn't know when it had started, and she discovered that her soul had turned from the thin and fragile to thick, and she could finally clearly see her own body in the darkness. A child's body wearing a dark green skirt, a small thin and weak hand, and skin that was slightly pale because of the fact that it seemed like it was too severely damaged.

She didn't know when it started, but she seemed to have a feeling. Even though she was only a soul that would pass through her whenever she touched something, she actually felt as if someone was hugging her, someone was hugging her, the warm air made her feel comfortable and want to moan. There were even times when the corners of her lips were wet, and occasionally she would feel red and swollen.

However, it was impossible to find any traces of it.