Mu Chen had arrived. Those few short words gave Luo Li immense reassurance.
It was as if a beam of light had pierced the boundless darkness, dispersing the clouds hanging over her head.
She took a deep breath and walked to the edge of the white jade platform.
Brilliant spiritual light blossomed, forming a white jade Lotus Pedestal before her. Luo Li stepped forward and sat down cross-legged.
Her galaxy-like hair drifted gently in the air. Bathed in the pure radiance of the white jade Lotus Pedestal, amid the roaring waters of the Luo River, she seemed like a divine maiden standing apart from the world.
Luo Li took a deep breath, bit the tip of her tongue, and spat out a mouthful of blood essence.
The ball of blood merged into the Luo River, and its vast, boundless waters instantly turned crimson. The waves ahead rolled violently while those behind surged onward. Countless specks of red light slowly rose from the Luo River, enveloping Luo Li like burning flames.
An ancient song rang out between heaven and earth. Its melody was soft and beautiful, like a lover whispering gently in one's ear. It was as though an incomparably graceful goddess stood by the Luo Water, humming and singing softly. Yet beneath those tender murmurs lay an unyielding will.
Hun Yufeng closed his eyes and savored the beautiful, moving melody. It was as if he had crossed time and space to witness a peerless beauty drawing her sword and stepping onto the battlefield.
Steadfast and resolute—that was the unbending strength of a sword, not the servile submission of one who endured humiliation to seek survival.
He opened his eyes and looked at the breathtaking beauty seated on the Lotus Pedestal. A trace of regret flashed through his gaze.
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