The colorful halo surged out and gently enveloped Fan Qinghui's soul. The power of transcendent and perfect transformation spread out into the void, instantly illuminating the entire soul space!
Outside, before breaking into the tower, Ye Wuque opened his eyes again, and the colorful light sources in his mind were beating. He raised his right hand and pointed at Fan Qinghui's eyebrows!
"Spirit and body become one! Wake up!"
A low shout accompanied by the power of the soul seemed to come from outside the sky, spreading to the depths of Fan Qinghui's soul, with endless echoes!
Whoosh!
The next moment, Fan Qinghui, who had been looking calm and sleeping quietly, suddenly opened his eyes, and that calm pretty face was instantly replaced by a look of death-defying expression!
She suddenly stood up from the bed and let out an unyielding roar!
"I won't give in even if I die!!"
At the same time, the fluctuations in the initial stage of the divine status suddenly exploded from Fan Qinghui's whole body. She was shaking violently. As she trembled, the entire Maple Spirit Pavilion began to shake, as if it was about to collapse at any time!
Wu Wentian, who had been silently guarding him, suddenly had surprise on his face when he saw this sudden scene!
He immediately stepped forward and said in surprise: "Junior Sister Fan! Please wake up, you are okay! I am Senior Brother Wu! Master Fan..."
However, before Wu Wentian could finish his words, he felt an overwhelming coercion sweeping towards him, knocking him away!
But at this moment, a fair and slender palm suddenly gently placed on Fan Qinghui's right shoulder.
Fan Qinghui's violently trembling body immediately froze, and the majestic initial fluctuations of the divine throne immediately seemed to be imprisoned. The violently shaking Feng Lingxuan also regained its calm instantly.
On the other side, Wu Wentian, who had been thrown away, stood up helplessly and rushed towards Fan Qinghui again.
"Junior sister Fan! Wake up! You are fine! Wake up!"
Wu Wentian slapped Fan Qinghui's cheek with both hands, and spoke loudly, using the power of his soul to completely awaken Fan Qinghui.
At this moment, Fan Qinghui is in a state of confusion, and her memory still remains at the moment when she was enslaved!
That moment was naturally filled with despair and madness!
Under Wu Wentian's slapping and shouting, Fan Qinghui's desperate eyes suddenly froze, then turned into confusion, and finally slowly regained clarity.
"Senior brother Wu... why are you here? Where am I? I'm not... ah!! My head hurts so much!!"
Fan Qinghui seemed to recognize Wu Wentian, but immediately her pretty face twisted, she held her head in her hands, her whole body began to tremble violently again, and she even let out a low roar of pain!
"Junior Brother Ye?"
Seeing this, Wu Wentian looked at Ye Wuque anxiously, thinking that some sequelae were erupting.
"Senior Sister Fan is fine. There is a gap in her memory. Now that her soul is free, the memories that were lost during this period will return. Of course, her true self is just a spectator, just like she had a dream."
"It should be fine soon."
Ye Wuque had already retracted his hand and spoke lightly at this moment.
Hearing this, Wu Wentian nodded with relief.
Finally, after half a quarter of an hour!
"ah!!!"
After Fan Qinghui suddenly raised his head and let out a loud shout, his whole body went limp as if the tightened spring had loosened. He was panting, his pretty face turned pale, his whole body was wet with cold sweat, and he was on the verge of falling.
Wu Wentian quickly supported Fan Qinghui.
After a dozen or so seconds, Fan Qinghui calmed down, but her pretty face was still pale, and the memory of the fault returned as if it were cramming, simple and crude, and naturally very uncomfortable.
"Brother Wu, I'm fine..."
Fan Qinghui spoke a little weakly, but at this moment, Fan Qinghui's unique and gentle temperament, soft on the outside and strong on the inside, was completely different from the one she appeared at the coronation ceremony, which surprised Ye Wuque.
"Senior Sister Fan, you should be fine now. The injuries in your body only need to rest for a period of time to fully recover."
Ye Wuque also walked up to Fan Qinghui and spoke softly.
After hearing Ye Wuque's voice, Fan Qinghui's pretty face suddenly condensed, and then she struggled to stand up, cupping her fists towards Ye Wuque and bowing deeply!
"Thank you, Lord Holy Son, for your life-saving grace!!"
After the return of the fault memory, Fan Qinghui already knew everything that happened after he became a soul slave, especially his return to Beidou Dao Ji Sect to disrupt the coronation ceremony a few days ago. Naturally, he also knew Ye Wuque's identity.
"Also, I actually did something like that a few days ago, and the Holy Son rescued me regardless of past grievances. It really makes me feel ashamed!"
There was a deep self-blame in Fan Qinghui's tone!
"Senior Sister Fan is serious. You and I are brothers and sisters of the same sect. It is our duty to lend a helping hand. As for what happened during the coronation ceremony, it cannot be counted on you. You have become a soul slave, and all your wills are powerless.
Being independent, it’s all thanks to you, senior sister, for all these years of suffering.”
"But fortunately everything has passed. Senior Sister Fan can just call me junior brother. Lord Holy Son is too formal."
Ye Wuque spoke softly and helped Fan Qinghui up.
When Fan Qinghui heard Ye Wuque's words, she would think of her experiences over the years, and she would have endless fear in her heart. However, she still shook her head firmly and said: "The Holy Son is the Holy Son. It is necessary because of his status.
Observed.”
This made Ye Wuque a little helpless, but he also understood Fan Qinghui's character. He was really soft on the outside but strong on the inside. Once he decided something, he couldn't change it easily.
"It's okay, Junior Sister Fan. Just as Junior Brother Ye said, everything has passed."
Wu Wentian also spoke with emotion, his heart that had been hanging around finally letting go.
"Senior Sister Fan, can you tell me how you became a soul slave? Especially the person who enslaved you, do you still remember him?"
Ye Wuque spoke again and asked what he had always wanted to know.
Only Fan Qinghui can answer these things.
Wu Wentian on the side was also extremely curious, and also said: "Yes, Junior Sister Fan, when you and I parted ways, I went to the Starfield Battlefield, and you said you wanted to travel around the world, but how come you haven't heard from me for more than ten years?
?If your life card hadn’t been intact, everyone would have really thought something had happened to you!”
After hearing the questions from Ye Wuque and Wu Wentian one after another, Fan Qinghui's expression suddenly became complicated, and a hint of distant reminiscence emerged in her beautiful eyes.