Suzhen Heaven.
Xiji Ruins.
Cen Fangwo lay unconscious in Qi Zilang's arms, her eyes tightly closed and her lips faintly pale.
Beside her, Yao Qingying, clad in green with silver hair, held out one hand and pressed it through the air. A vast funnel formed from countless emerald specks of light surged forth like the Milky Way flowing backward, still pouring ceaselessly into Cen Fangwo's body.
The deep green glow illuminated her radiant face and jade-like features. She seemed a lake spirit, sleeping quietly at the tranquil lake's bottom, as its emerald waters rippled faintly around her, reflecting a peerless beauty.
The surging, boundless vitality—only a few stray wisps of its aura—was enough to make every herb and plant in Xiji Ruins burst into growth and countless shoots sprout. In the blink of an eye, the barren, sparsely vegetated wasteland became fertile ground, lush with plants and dense with foliage.
Meng Hongxuan, the Jiuyi Mountain elder, Empress Liulan, the Zhu Yi Sword Cultivator, and Wenren Lingshe all held their breath and stood guard at the side.
As immeasurable vitality poured into her, Cen Fangwo's complexion steadily improved. Her lips, once utterly bloodless, gradually regained their usual rosy color, and her snowy skin and dark hair seemed to glow anew.
It was as if a faded beauty in a painting had been restored by a master's hand, her colors brought back to life bit by bit.
Soon, Yao Qingying lowered her hand. The enormous green funnel vanished in an instant, and the remaining vitality melted into the breeze, sweeping across all of Xiji Ruins. Every Harmonization cultivator present felt their spirits lift, as if clouds had parted and mist cleared from their hearts, leaving them utterly at ease.
At the same time, countless blades of grass sprang up throughout Xiji Ruins,