Feng Ling Descends into the Underworld

Only Feng Ling could reach the very bottom of the Abyss. Any other living being would either be stripped of their Cards or deprived of their five senses. Even Mother Nest Creations hatched by Feng Ling were no exception.

After everyone waited in place for a while and Feng Ling still did not return, Huangfu Miaomiao suggested going back up to wait.

Because as long as they remained inside the Abyss, their lives would slowly slip away without them noticing.

The group headed upward, returned near the Idol, and rested separately.

To help the Wreath Fairy recover faster, Ye Zheng pricked her finger and let it drink her blood.

Pei Xianjue took out her phone to look through the photos she had taken along the way, apparently preparing a work report complete with pictures and text.

Ling Feiran's gaze swept over every face. She saw no worry or sorrow on any of them. Everyone seemed incomparably confident in Feng Ling.

Ling Feiran had always known Feng Ling was strong, but that understanding had mostly come from media reports and rumors she had heard from others. Now that she was truly part of the team, feeling this trust and peace firsthand, she suddenly felt happy for no reason.

Peace of mind, warmth, companionship like family, helping one another—wasn't this exactly what she had been desperately searching for?

Ling Feiran had always wanted a home.

She had not had a home at the Orphanage. She had not had one after being adopted. After getting together with Feng Shao, she had wanted to build a family through marriage and have countless "family members," yet in the end, she still had no home.

Ling Feiran looked at Pashan beside her.

As if sensing her gaze, Pashan looked up at her blankly.

She reached out