As if bound by thousands of ropes, her body was falling straight down. Wan'er gritted her teeth and endured the pain.

A phoenix rising from the ashes! How to begin? Her body had long since lost its control, lying horizontally at the bottom of the pool. Fortunately, Wan'er's trembling hand managed to grasp the scepter on Mo Tian's wrist...

"I'll risk it all!" With a flick of her wrist, Wan'er pushed forward with all her might. A glimmer of light appeared in the movement of her fingers, and the scepter slipped from Mo Tian's wrist, transforming into a shuttle about two inches long with sharp ends. Mo Tian gripped the shuttle in his other hand…

With their hearts in sync, though they couldn't see each other, they used their last bit of strength to press their wrists down on the shuttle almost simultaneously, face to face...

A sharp pain shot through him, and a streak of bright red blood instantly spread across the dark red pool of blood, standing out starkly...

"Roar..." Blood Vajra couldn't take it anymore and thrashed about in the blood.

"Buzz..." It was the Illusionary Spirit Pill, drawn by the scepter, leaving the Blood Vajra and coming to Mo Tian's side...

"Splash!" Losing control, Blood Vajra roared wildly as it leaped out of the blood pool.

As the surroundings quieted down, a chill crept over them. Mo Tian and Wan'er, hand in hand, floated silently in the pool of blood...

Success or failure hinges on this moment, Wan'er knows, and all she can do now is wait.

I don't know how much time passed, but when I felt that the last drop of blood in my body had been drained and I felt light as a feather, the feeling of suffocation also subsided. Perhaps this is the state a person should be in when they die!

But something's not right. My consciousness is still so clear, and my stiff body is gradually warming up. It's as if something is releasing heat and caressing my body...

Her heavy eyelids finally began to flutter. As Wan'er slowly opened her eyes, a ray of light stung them, forcing her to close them again...

"Wan'er, Wan'er..." When she heard Mo Tian's soft call, Wan'er moved her hand and turned over in the direction of the sound. When she opened her eyes again, she saw a gentle and pure scene. The foul-smelling blood had disappeared without a trace, replaced by a faint glow, shallow ripples, and clear, gentle flowing water...

At this moment, Mo Tian's fluffy short hair swayed gently in the water, his clear and gentle eyes overflowing with joy. Mo Tian stretched out his arm towards himself, wearing a close-fitting blue shirt that subtly revealed his slender figure. As the water flowed, a faint blue light rippled around him...

"Mo Tian," Wan'er said, her voice choked with emotion. She clasped her hands tightly together and looked at each other. Wan'er immediately noticed that the scepter had transformed back into a bracelet, but now it had an inlaid bead about the size of a quail egg. The bead was sparkling, and because the pattern on the bead was openwork, the dappled light reflected off it, making Wan'er look like a dream.

Although the bead was small, it was a spinning Illusionary Spirit Pill, and it played an indispensable role in everything that had just happened...

"My Wan'er, you are so beautiful!" Mo Tian gazed at Wan'er with deep affection. Hearing his praise, Wan'er's pretty face flushed pink, and she lowered her eyes, looking down at herself. In the depths of the water, Wan'er saw her reflection: a faint red glow at her neck, her black hair flying in the water, and a graceful figure adorned with a long, form-fitting red dress and a huge red tail that swayed with the current, like a giant flower petal blooming in the water...

Petals intertwined with blue light gently lifted Mo Tian and Wan'er's bodies...