The Might of the Ancestor Spirit Bird
Beneath the hazy moonlight, a group of black-clad figures watched the woman sitting cross-legged on the ground with solemn expressions. With every breath, their chests seemed to rise and fall in time with her movements.
Ling Xiaoxiao kept her eyes closed, guiding the immense aura within her and slowly trying to bring it closer to Tang Yunting's Sea of Soul.
In the next instant, a dazzling light burst from her, so bright it stung the eyes.
Carrying an exceptionally unusual fluctuation of power, it seemed to come from the beginning of time—from the most vigorous and powerful force of life. Like the surging waves of a great river, it slowly swept toward its target lying on the ground.
Bi Fan froze. Since when had the Dragon Race's essence-blood power changed from fierce, overbearing might into such a primitive, surging force of life? It was completely different from what he had imagined!
But no one could answer his question at that moment. Everyone watched the center of the clearing with both anticipation and unease as the primitive power—an emerald glow brimming with life, streaked with golden light—slowly vanished from view.
Tang Xiaoli stared at the scene with swollen, bloodshot eyes, her gaze fixed and unblinking. Without realizing it, she had clenched both hands around Bi Fan's arm. Her voice trembled as she asked, "Brother Bi, can Miss Xiaoxiao really save my big brother?"
Bi Fan gently patted her hand and reassured her softly, "Trust her. This girl has unfathomable powers and is deeper than she seems. She really might be able to do it."
She bit her lip and nodded hard. The unease deep in her heart eased only a little with such firm reassurance.
At that moment, in Tang Yunting's Sea of Soul,