Wang Xuan was alarmed. He had thought he successfully distanced himself from that peculiar place, but he never expected to carry a living corpse with him. She had actually followed him!　　0

Inside the bottle world, the woman's white hair was disheveled, her face pale, and the marks of time were evident on her. Crow's feet had formed at the corners of her eyes, but it was apparent that she must have been extremely beautiful in her youth.　　0

Even now, she exuded an extraordinary temperament, with an attitude that seemed to overlook the world. Her gaze gradually became sharp and intimidating. However, her body had significant issues. There was a horrific wound on her neck, with blood soaking half of her body.　　0

She looked at Wang Xuan without speaking, then slowly turned back to look towards the depths of the darkness.　　0

Wang Xuan felt uncertain. 0

What era did this being belong to? Was she human? 0

Despite her humanoid appearance, Wang Xuan did not know what race she belonged to.　　0

Who caused the wound on her body? Was it the other beings, or were there still unknown terrifying monsters in this space?　　0

Wang Xuan didn't act recklessly. He tightened his grip on the Purple Celestial Dao Sword and the furnace lid, hoping she wouldn't go berserk. He would prefer if she passed out again.　　0

He looked down at Jiang Qingyao, and his heart sank instantly. In the...0