Gradually, Song Ciwan seemed to find her way back into that wondrous state from before.
She drifted through the endless branches, her entire being seemingly transformed into a wisp of gentle wind in this vast sea of trees, a faint glimmer of light—no, she didn't even exist.
It was as if she had become a cloud of energy, both present and not. She floated in the air of the Demon Realm, passing swiftly through all things, tangible and intangible alike.
And then, she saw the creatures of the Demon Realm.
The creatures she had thought didn't exist were, in fact, everywhere!
For instance, a snake was coiled around a branch. From a distance, it didn't look like a snake at all; it seemed to be part of the branch itself.
But as Song Ciwan passed through that patch of boughs, she suddenly noticed that a section of the branch had abruptly split.
The forked branch transformed into a long, dark-brown snake. The snake reared its body and shot upward.
