allendalepharm Chapter 3267 Lesser Fullness (Phantom Image)
Chapter 3267 Lesser Fullness (Phantom Image)
That exquisitely beautiful phantom did not disappear after suppressing the Ghost Ancestor.
Within the nine-colored divine light emanating from the Nine Spirit Hairpin, a gentle blue light representing life and healing separated out.
The azure light drew a graceful arc in the air, and with perfect precision, it slowly drifted towards the center of the brow of the Great Sovereign on the altar.
Hu Xiaoman's heart leaped into her throat.
What is this blue light going to do?
Are we trying to save our master?
Her gaze followed the blue light intently, and she even forgot to breathe.
The azure light traversed the distance of space and, under everyone's gaze, gently and softly entered the altar and the withered brow of the Great Sovereign.
There were no earth-shattering changes, no dazzling brilliance.
Everything was so peaceful.
Blue light enters the body.
On the altar, the figure that seemed to have turned into a stone sculpture and was lifeless suddenly trembled.
The withered body of the Great Lord of the Great Ancestral Temple, like parched land receiving rain after a long drought, began to radiate a faint, jade-like luster, starting from the center of his brow.
The eerie demonic runes on his body, which seemed to move like living things, emitted a "sizzling" sound the moment they came into contact with the layer of blue light.
Like a venomous snake branded with a hot iron, it twisted and retreated wildly, seemingly enduring immense pain.
However, bound by the sealing power, they were unable to break free from the body of the Great Lord of the Great Ancestral Temple, and could only whimper unwillingly.
A faint, almost imperceptible spark of life rekindled within that body that had long since burned out.
Hu Xiaoman's pupils shrank to their limit at this moment.
She could feel that her master's long-extinguished soul fire had been rekindled by the nourishment of that azure light.
Although faint, it...does exist!
Master... is still alive!
This realization struck Hu Xiaoman like a thunderbolt, exploding in her mind.
Overwhelming ecstasy instantly shattered all her composure and rationality.
Tears, which she could no longer hold back, streamed down her bloodshot eyes like pearls from a broken string.
"Master..."
Her voice choked with sobs, almost choked with tears.
And on the altar, it seemed as if her call could be heard.
The eyelids of the tightly closed eyes of the Great Elegant Sovereign trembled slightly.
Then, to the disbelief of Hu Xiaoman and Yang Rui, it slowly opened a crack.
What a pair of eyes those are.
Turbid, dim, filled with endless weariness and vicissitudes.
It seems to have carried the weight of countless ages and witnessed the rise and fall of the world.
But they hadn't seen each other for only two years.
Da Ya Zong Jun's vision was somewhat blurry and unfocused.
He slowly moved his eyes, as if trying to adjust to the long-lost light.
Finally, his gaze pierced through the distance of space and the turbulent flow of energy, landing on the red-clad girl with tears streaming down her face and the pale-faced boy below the altar.
When he saw Hu Xiaoman and Yang Rui's faces clearly, something melted in his cloudy eyes.
A sense of relief.
A pang of guilt.
A hint of...relief and tenderness.
His lips, dry and pale, moved silently.
No sound was made, but Hu Xiaoman and Yang Rui both understood.
Through the lip movements, she clearly "heard" what her master was saying.
"Quick...go..."
Master has woken up.
But the first thing he said after waking up wasn't joy or excitement at the reunion, but rather, "Tell her to... go quickly."
She risked everything, even her life, to come here, just to save him!
But he told her to leave!
How could she possibly leave?
"Old man!" Yang Rui shouted.
He trembled with excitement, tears streaming down his face, choking back sobs and roaring like a child who had been lost for a long time and had finally found his way home.
"Old man, you're alive! You're alive!"
He broke free from Hua Nian's grasp and was about to rush toward the altar without regard for anything else.
He wanted to go to his master's side, he wanted to see his master, he had so much to say to his master.
"Brother Yang Rui, don't go over there!"
Hua Nian held onto him tightly again, her eyes filled with tears.
She pointed to the divine power emanating from the Nine Spirit Hairpin around the altar, which had not yet completely dissipated.
"That power is still there; you would get hurt if you went there!"
Da Ya Zongjun's gaze slowly shifted to Yang Rui, a hint of satisfaction also appearing in his eyes.
His lips moved again.
"You brat..."
“Hurry… hurry up…”
After uttering those two silent words, the glimmer of light in his eyes quickly faded.
Those eyes, which had just opened, seemed to have exhausted their last bit of strength, and slowly closed again.
The remnant soul, which had just been awakened and was as fragile as a candle in the wind, fell into slumber once more.
"Do not--!"
"Old man, old man, wake up! Look at me again!"
Yang Rui let out a heart-wrenching cry, her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.
The master's eyes closed again.
The nascent life force weakened again, as if it might be extinguished at any moment.
But Hu Xiaoman knew that everything was different now.
That cyan light seemed to plant a seed of hope in her master's long-desolate sea of consciousness.
Although seeds are tiny, they contain endless vitality.
Given enough time and energy, it will eventually take root, sprout, and grow strong.
Master, there's hope!
The writhing, fleshy monster was gripped by extreme fear and unease the moment the Nine Spirit Hairpin unleashed its divine power.
Its enormous body stopped devouring and expanding, instead curling up into a ball, trembling.
The countless tentacles, no longer flailing wildly, clung tightly to the body's surface, like a frightened hedgehog.
It could sense that the divine power emanating from the Nine Spirit Hairpin was its natural enemy, a terrifying existence capable of completely eradicating it from its very roots.
Its instinct was to run away and burrow back underground.
However, the seal set up by the Great Sovereign and the power of that celestial stone fragment acted like an invisible shackle, firmly binding it to the altar, preventing it from moving.
It could only emit sharp, fearful hisses, expressing its submission and dread.
This terrifying monster, which didn't even care about the self-destruction of a peak Nascent Soul expert, was now as docile as a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
The divine power slowly receded, and the beautiful female phantom gradually became transparent, eventually turning into specks of light that merged back into the Nine Spirit Hairpin.
The nine-colored divine light dissipated, and the hairpin returned to its ancient appearance, quietly inserted in Hu Xiaoman's hair, as if the earth-shattering, world-reversing scene had never happened.
But Hu Xiaoman's heart could no longer find peace.
Just now, at the very moment that woman's illusory image was about to dissipate, an extremely gentle thought entered her sea of consciousness.
That thought, without words, allowed her to see an incredibly clear and heartwarming scene.
In the scene, a stunningly beautiful woman, identical to the phantom, is holding an infant in her arms, sitting in front of a palace filled with spider lilies.