Yet the milky droplet refined from billions of dead bones contained a Creation aura no weaker than that of the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil! If Ancestor Minghe knew that such a divine treasure was buried beneath his Blood Sea, he would probably beat his chest in regret, lamenting that he had sought what was far away instead of what was close and gone to provoke Eastern Emperor Taiyi.
"Husband, what is this?" Feng Yanran asked curiously as she approached. At first, seeing that it had seeped from the corpses, she instinctively frowned. But the moment that strange fragrance brushed the tip of her nose, her whole body froze.
Above the Auspicious Cloud, her delicate and adorable soul sat within the Three Flowers. Suddenly, it was enveloped by a warm, gentle aura. The power of Fortune seeped into her soul, while her Life Origin was quietly nourished. Her cultivation actually showed signs of loosening, as if she were about to break through her current bottleneck!
Noticing her change, Su Yang's eyes lit up, and his mind suddenly cleared:
If this object is used to nourish her soul, it might help Yanran break through and advance.
As soon as the thought arose, he wrapped both arms around her slender waist and gently pulled her before him, gazing face-to-face into her shy, bashful eyes.
Feng Yanran froze at first. Then her cheeks grew warm, and even the tips of her ears flushed red. After hesitating for a moment, she naturally hooked her arms around Su Yang's neck and gazed at him with shimmering eyes. It was as if stars had fallen into them, mist swirling within, her shyness so intense that it seemed she might melt.
Su Yang was stunned for a moment as well. Then he understood and looked at the shy