The voice became more and more distant and unclear. She fainted completely.
Xuanyuan Yu's heart ached like a knife.
She actually fell into a coma again.
He blamed himself very much. It was his negligence that made her get close to something dangerous again.
With my beloved wife in my heart, I quickly moved towards the stone house.
At this moment, Xuanyuan Yu did not notice at all that a rune gradually appeared on the top of the vine above the hot spring that they had gradually moved away from.
It is the most primitive, ancient, and mysterious rune that possesses incredible power to create the world.
The runes are in the color of Holy Light.
It is composed of ten circular particles, three rotating pillars, four plane spaces, and twenty-two paths.
Immediately afterwards, the entire hot spring was affected by this rune, boiling violently, emitting an extremely strong breath of life.
Xuanyuan Yu was completely unaware of these changes.
He anxiously sent Ling Luo back to the stone house, placed her on the bed, and guarded her every step of the way.
She fell into coma again.
However, this time, it seems a little different.
Under her eyelids, her eyes kept turning, her thin lips moved slightly, and she murmured in sleep from time to time.
Xuanyuan Yu frowned.
Is this a nightmare?
He saw beads of sweat constantly forming on her forehead.
He quickly got a wet towel and wiped her clean.
Unfortunately, it's useless.
Beads of sweat were pouring out from his forehead to his body.
Her body was so hot that she started to feel hot.
Xuanyuan Yu's frown deepened. Is this a fever?
If you have a fever, you need to dissipate heat.
He has been in the Heavenly Yin Zone for three and a half years, and his body is cold, so he should be able to help her.
Xuanyuan Yu neatly untied their clothes, pulled back the quilt, and took her naked, hot body into his arms.
It's really hot.
Xuanyuan Yu felt like he was holding a big, blazing furnace.
Her health is deteriorating.
He could already clearly feel it.
A strong sense of helplessness came over him, and Xuanyuan Yu was very frightened. Boundless fear filled his heart.
Ling Luo had a strange dream.
In the dream, there was a tree.
That big tree has a strange appearance and is composed of ten circular particles, three rotating pillars, four planes of space, and twenty-two paths.
Not in the shape of a tree.
But, subconsciously, a voice told me that it was a tree.
This tree is full of the original breath of life and endless creativity.
She suddenly discovered that the surface of this tree was filled with very strong spiritual power of holy light.
All spaces are filled with holy light.
Compression, stretching, nothingness, creation.
She saw herself at the top of the tree.
Yes, myself.
Ling Luo was surprised to find that a woman who looked exactly like herself, with long silver soft hair covering her naked body, was created on the top of the tree.
The woman who looked exactly like him slowly opened her eyes.
Those are a pair of compassionate eyes, filled with all the truth, goodness and beauty in this world.
A woman is like a newborn baby. When she smiles, the whole world becomes pale.
Ling Luo was shocked.
This is... Mansha?
Did she dream about Mansha’s birth?
Mansha was created from a magical tree?!
It’s incredible!
Ling Luo's mood was agitated. She was just a consciousness now, or in other words, God's perspective.