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The blood mist surrounding him slowly dispersed like evaporating steam, as though it had never existed at all, retreating back into Wu Yan's body. If not for the life-filled sphere in Wu Yan's hand trembling as if in fear, someone might have taken what had just happened for an illusion...
As the blood mist faded, the entire space abruptly fell into an unusually grave silence. Holding the seemingly alive sphere, Wu Yan shook his head with a helpless smile, as though he had thought of something, then sighed and broke the silence around him.
Ahead, within the temple, the Dragon Mother's colossal figure fixed her gaze tightly on Wu Yan, her expression shifting uncertainly. A moment later, a brilliant green light suddenly flashed around her body. When the light faded, the towering dragon had vanished, replaced by a woman...
She was a beautiful woman with long green hair reaching her waist, surrounded by a dreamlike, gentle green glow, as though she had stepped out of a dream.
She looked to be around twenty-five, exceptionally young, yet carried an aura of nobility and elegance like that of a refined lady, making people unable to resist being drawn to her. She wore a dress resembling the ceremonial attire of a temple priestess, its skirt reaching her ankles and giving off a faintly tranquil impression.
It was worth mentioning that the woman also had two horns growing from her head.
Two dragon horns!
Moreover, countless branch-like protrusions extended from each dragon horn. Like a crown, they not only did not diminish the woman's beauty, but added considerably to her charm.