"Shen Yi is here!"
A quiet voice came from somewhere.
Everyone's hearts settled, as though a massive stone had landed firmly where it belonged.
Following their gazes, the hazy, dark outline of the Divine Court dispersed the clouds and mist. The Saint-Infant Bearing Plant had appeared before them.
It was pitch-black from head to toe, towering into the heavens. Its roots resembled hair, its crown resembled a face, and its trunk resembled a human body—bewitchingly graceful, brimming with maternal allure.
The six thickest branches winding out from its upper body were like six long, sharply jointed hands, covering its crown and its face, lending it the shy air of a lute maiden half-hidden behind her instrument.
"Hiss..."
A low hissing spread from the earth, chilling them from the soles of their feet to the crowns of their heads and making their scalps tingle.
At that moment, everyone heard several gentle calls:
"Come, my children...
"Come closer, a little closer..."
Cen Qiaofu shuddered all over. Then his expression suddenly softened, as though he had sunk into the most soothing, blissfully weightless world. His feet involuntarily took a step forward.
Not only him—Bai Zhou, Water Ghost, and the Semi-Saint Changyi, who was dangling behind and had arrived late, all wore intoxicated expressions and stepped forward together.
"So beautiful."
Changyi gazed at the Saint-Infant Bearing Plant in the distance and murmured softly.
His somewhat rough face gained the tenderness of a wandering son returning home and seeing his first love from his youth beneath autumn clouds and parasol trees.
Suddenly, that white moonlight seemed to come alive.
Her gaze fell upon him, and a motherly kindness appeared on her face. She gently stroked her belly and blew from afar:
"Hoo~"
In that instant, Cen Qiaofu, Water Ghost, Bai Zhou, Changyi, and the rest