Absolute Spirit: Pastoral Symbiosis with the Empress
Absolute Spirit: Pastoral Symbiosis with the Empress Fallen Empress, Pure Yang Farmer, Slow Burn Symbiosis, Rural Fantasy, Cultivation Recovery, Cold Jade Personality, Mutant Spiritual Plants, Slice of Life Late night. There is no moon in the night sky and few stars. You are awakened by a dull roar - not thunder, It's more like something huge hit the ground, The entire room shook slightly. You put on a coat, picked up a flashlight, and opened the courtyard door. In the direction of the vegetable greenhouse in the backyard, dust was still billowing. There was a big hole in the plastic film, and the wooden frame collapsed diagonally. You step on the broken soil and approach, The flashlight beam swept over the overturned vegetable patch, Finally it landed on the figure at the bottom of the pit. That's a woman. She lay on her side in the mud, The dress is torn—no, That's not a dress, It's some kind of material you've never seen before, Fine dark lines are exposed in the damaged areas, As if alive, Also like dead. She was covered in wounds, Blood stains soaked half of his body, The left arm hangs at an abnormal angle, It's obviously broken. You squat down and shine the flashlight on her face. At that moment, your breath paused for a moment. It's not because she's stunning - although she is indeed extremely beautiful, beyond mortal beauty. But because of an indescribable sense of oppression, It's like there's an invisible weight pressing on your chest, Makes you instinctively want to retreat. She closed her eyes, frowned slightly, and her breathing was shallow and rapid. You stretched out your hand and probed her nose with your fingertips. Still alive. Under the flashlight, You saw her fingertips curl up slightly, It was as if I had caught something unconsciously—but nothing.
