Chapter 732 - 727: Golden Tree

"Roar... roar..."

Just as she entered the Spirit Sea, Su Muyao could hear a deafening roar of the Golden Leopard. The roar was full of pain, mania, and unwillingness, causing her spiritual body to tremble slightly.

"Mei Qingchen, Mei Qingchen..."

"Qing Chen... I am Su Muyao, I am your wife..."

"I will save you, I will definitely awaken you."

Su Muyao spoke with determination in her gentle voice.

At the same time, she swiftly took action, and instantly, brilliant green light radiated all around her. Infinite spiritual power surged like a tide, transforming into a gentle light net, striving to envelop Mei Qingchen’s dark and void Spirit Sea.

She kept soothing the fragmented pieces of the Spirit Sea, repeatedly.

As she soothed them, the furious roar of the Golden Leopard by her ears gradually softened, from initially deafening to a faint whimper, until finally disappearing entirely into the void of the Spirit Sea.

The raging winds within his Spirit Sea dissipated considerably, and a brighter light emerged ahead.

Su Muyao walked toward the glow.

Along her path, her spiritual power continuously soothed, covering the whole way.

The darkness of his Spirit Sea seemed to be dispelled.

As she reached the front, suddenly the light before her brightened.

Su Muyao saw a transparent coffin not far away.

The coffin was situated on a strange golden altar.

Su Muyao slowly walked over and saw the person within the coffin.

He had long golden hair, with an exquisitely beautiful face, exuding an aura that was holy and pure.

On his forehead, there was a lotus mark.

However, the lotus mark was half gold and half black.

Clearly divine-like, yet at this moment, it brought a feeling of unknown eeriness.

A sense of a fallen god.

He looked identical to Mei Qingchen, but his aura was somewhat different.

"Huff... huff..."

Just as Su Muyao was closely observing, a gust of black shadow suddenly whooshed out from the coffin.

The dense black shadow whirled madly in the air, the black gas boiling as it gradually materialized into a nimble shadow of a Golden Leopard.

This shadow had blood-red eyes, howling as it tried to attack Su Muyao.

But as it got close to Su Muyao, it seemed to be struck by something electric, howling as it frantically retreated.

Su Muyao’s heart shook, "How come it’s the same as the coffin shadow in Mei Qingchen’s Spirit Sea when he awakened before."

"Wasn’t it said to be Mei Qingchen’s Seven-orifice Exquisite Heart?"

"But what’s happening now?"

It’s unknown why the black shadow tried to attack her but didn’t dare approach.

Su Muyao pondered for a moment, then said, "My blood should work."

She condensed a drop of blood from her spiritual body, then reached out her hand, gently placing her palm on the cold coffin.

At the moment her palm touched, her blood, mixed with countless strands of pale green spiritual power, gushed out from her body like a dense river of stars, slowly seeping along the veins of the coffin, enveloping the black gas and also wrapping around Mei Qingchen’s sleeping Divine Sense within the coffin.

She continuously supplied her purest and gentlest spiritual power, gradually melting the violence and despair contained in the black gas, soothing Mei Qingchen’s shattered Spirit Sea.

"Ah..."

"Ah..."

Su Muyao seemed to hear cries of anguish.

The black gas, under the envelope of spiritual power and her blood, gradually thinned, with the howling sound growing weaker, eventually retreating like a tide, disappearing entirely into the void of the Spirit Sea.

After the black shadow dissipated, the lotus mark on Mei Qingchen’s forehead was still half black and half gold.

Only, the black had faded a bit.

Su Muyao furrowed her brow slightly, then gently pushed against the coffin.

As if she didn’t apply much force, the transparent coffin slowly opened.

The moment the coffin opened, a dazzling golden light burst out from within, illuminating the surroundings.

Where the golden light passed, the surrounding darkness and desolation seemed to fade away.

The golden light formed a gentle orb of light, moving toward the distance.

In the next moment, Su Muyao noticed the scene before her suddenly change.

Before her was a vast glacial landscape.

Amidst the ice and snow, in the very center, grew a colossal golden tree.

The tree had sturdy, gnarled branches, lush foliage, and its golden leaves glimmered in the faint light, exuding a concentrated sense of life and a divine aura.

Its crown was like an umbrella, shading half the sky.

Yet upon closer inspection, one could see wisps of black lines on the golden crown and leaves.

Looking down, under the dense crown, a beautiful leopard with golden fur lay quietly, eyes closed.