Feeling the slow, steady resonance between the tiny "Origin Seed" within his body and the distant Plane Embryo, Mo Lin knew that he had finally gained a foothold in this desperate situation as a continuous stream of cool Origin Power was drawn in and refined.
He lowered his head and looked at the still-unconscious Ling Qingzhu in his arms. Tear tracks had yet to dry on her naked, delicate body, and his brows furrowed slightly. Though this place appeared deserted, it was ultimately inappropriate for a woman—especially Ling Qingzhu, with whom he shared such a complicated entanglement—to remain like this. Besides, he himself was completely naked as well.
With a thought, the sliver of Plane Origin Power that had just regained a trace of vitality and could now be initially controlled flowed from the tiny point of light within his dantian. Though weak, this power contained the primordial principles of "creation" and "manifestation," far surpassing ordinary spiritual or elemental power.
He extended a finger, and an exceedingly faint, nearly invisible clear radiance emerged at its tip. The light swept over his body, and a simple yet elegant white robe appeared from nothing, covering his tall frame.
Then, he carefully guided the clear light toward Ling Qingzhu in his arms. As the light brushed over her jade-like skin, a pale cyan dress of understated design and tailored fit quietly covered her body. The dress was conservative, with simple cloud patterns embellishing its collar and cuffs, suiting her cool and aloof temperament quite well.
Mo Lin even carefully smoothed out her disheveled black hair and gently tied it up with a ribbon formed from a strand of Origin Power of the same source.
After finishing all this, he drew the now properly dressed Ling Qingzhu back into his arms, allowing her to