Fantasy Magic Cultivator, but the Whistle

It's orthodox fantasy, orthodox magic cultivation, but when you open your eyes again, it's already a script for the interstellar world, and it's acclimatized in every sense of the word. Hua Zhaoshui: Thank you for the invitation. I'm not afraid. I can't accept it at all. It's still the case that when you open your eyes, you feel liver, and when you close your eyes, you feel dry. What's more, the people here are super interesting, and they are very talkative and nice to listen to. Although the guys who call themselves sentinels are all in a bad state of mind, they can play whatever they want with the sea of ​​​​consciousness open to them. The witch who is best at manipulating souls takes on the job of being a guide and happily plays with the minds of many people. The collapsed will, the desperate soul, the turbid and sticky sea of ​​spiritual consciousness... How to tolerate, how to comfort, use the sweetest words, the most doting gesture, in front of her, you can ignore all the interference and constraints of the world, just close your eyes and fall into sleep, and you can fall into the abyss-like embrace of infinite tolerance without any scruples. ... Then, she was surrounded by this group of lunatics who claimed to be marked by her and confessed her love. *** ———— Warning: The heroine is a very standard demon cultivator, but with an interstellar background and a standard whistle direction. Except for the professional counterparts in my hometown, nothing else can match it. The painting style of my hometown is relatively dull, and the heroine's painting style is also relatively dull. She will not be labeled. She has no traditional spiritual body. She is a slimy black mud Mary Sue, and she is still a brainless heartthrob. Intention: I will always be loyal to myself and run towards ideals and freedom under the stars and the moon.