Deep within the Heavenly Abyss Grotto-Heaven, upon a solitary stone platform above a sea of clouds, space rippled, and Mo Lin and Cang Yuan stepped out of thin air.
The instant he appeared, Mo Lin's gaze was drawn like a magnet to the crystal coffin at the center of the magnificent sea of flowers behind the stone platform. The coffin was crystal-clear, reflecting the rosy clouds overhead and the blooming flowers, yet the white-clad beauty resting within was the most dazzling sight in all heaven and earth.
His steps were steady, though they carried a barely perceptible urgency, as he passed through the swaying spiritual flowers and exotic herbs to reach the coffin. Looking down, he saw that the woman within was as breathtakingly beautiful as ever, as if time had never left a trace upon her. Only the tranquil stillness brought by her long slumber made one's heart tremble. The faint golden cracks that had once covered her skin due to the depletion of her Origin Power had long vanished. Her skin was smooth as jade, so fair it was nearly translucent, glowing softly beneath the heavenly light filtering through the crystal coffin—naturally, this was the result of Cang Yuan's painstaking restoration using the Ancestral Dragon Lamp and numerous rare treasures of heaven and earth.
Yet although her physical wounds had been repaired, her sleeping soul had not awakened. Yao Yao's eyes remained shut, her long lashes resting peacefully against her cheeks. Her breathing was steady and deep, but she was like an exquisite jade sculpture, lacking the soul-stirring spirit she once possessed.
Mo Lin reached out, gently tracing the contour of Yao Yao's cheek through the cold crystal lid. His gaze was complicated, filled with longing, guilt, and a love too deep to dissolve.
He murmured in a