Three- to Four-Year-Old Wang Xian

Nangong Wu, Su Jin, and Cheng Yao immediately felt darkness cloud their vision. Their bodies went limp, and they were about to faint.

"Don't be so quick to grieve. There's life force spreading!"

Empress Nuwa's avatar stepped forward. Creation Power spread out and enveloped the three women, steadying them just as they were about to pass out.

In particular, after hearing Empress Nuwa's avatar, the three women fully came to their senses.

Yaochi walked over to Wang Xian's charred body and spread her divine sense over him. An expression of utter astonishment immediately appeared on her face.

Empress Nuwa and Empress Houtu also wore expressions of extreme shock. After examining Wang Xian's charred body with their divine senses, they had witnessed something utterly absurd.

"Fellow Daoist, how do you feel right now?"

Empress Houtu turned to Yaochi, her tone strange, looking as though she wanted to laugh but was holding it in.

Empress Nuwa said nothing, but her expression was nearly identical to Empress Houtu's.

Yaochi's lips twitched slightly, a rare sight. She had never imagined such a situation would occur.

Nangong Wu, Cheng Yao, Su Jin, Sword Twenty-Three, Qin Zheng, Xuan Ming, and the others did not know exactly what had happened. However, from Yaochi, Empress Nuwa, and Empress Houtu's words and expressions, they could tell that Wang Xian was not dead.

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

The sound of breaking rang out continuously, drawing everyone's attention.

"Ah—"

Several screams suddenly rang out.

They were cries of fright.

The reason was that a small, fair, chubby hand had suddenly poked out from the chest of Wang Xian's charred body.

That hand was truly tiny, barely larger than an infant's palm. At most, it was the size of a two- or three-year-old child's hand.

"Ow! I was suffocating!"

A somewhat childish voice,