Since Ruoruo comprehended the most complete alchemy technique, countless insights and inheritances about alchemy have naturally appeared in her mind.
Recently, with her understanding of alchemy and the refining of this special elixir, she has vaguely come to know the art of alchemy arrays.
However, when she said she knew a little bit, she really only knew a little bit.
I've only just scratched the surface; I need to work harder to figure it out.
Using the royal city as an experimental site, she had the Underworld Lord draw array runes within the city, and then inserted the miasma-dispelling pills one by one into the array runes.
Finally, Ruoruo stood at the core of the formation, made hand seals, activated the formation, and the pills responded in a remote manner.
Ruoruo slowly stood atop the entire royal city, all the pill formations rotating within her incantations.
Everyone covered their eyes with their spiritual power, clearly watching as the formation maximized the effects of the pill. The miasma in the entire royal city was gradually swallowed up by the medicinal energy emanating from the pill, and the spiritual power gradually became pure and clear.
"She really did it..." The Underworld Lord felt increasingly envious and jealous of Mo Yong.
Such a good daughter, how could she have fallen for Mo Yong?
The citizens of the royal city supported each other as the still-recovering patients emerged from their houses, tears streaming down their faces, to touch and sense the clean spiritual energy.
"Five years... I have finally felt the spiritual power without miasma again."
“It’s over, it’s all over.” An old man, his eyes blurry with tears, knelt down with a thud and kowtowed to Ruoruo, who was still making hand seals in mid-air to dispel the miasma. “Thank you, Your Highness Ruoruo, for saving my life.”
One after another, countless people knelt down, saying, "Thank you, Your Highness Ruoruo, for saving our lives."
The sound gradually spread, and throughout the city, shouts rose and fell: "Thank you, Your Highness Ruoruo, for saving our lives."
Some people embraced and wept, while others knelt on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably and kissing the earth.
The most sincere feelings of the Underworld Clan reached Ruoruo, leaving her with incredibly complex emotions.
She wasn't the only one who saved them.
If her father hadn't absorbed most of the evil poison back then, the entire underworld wouldn't have survived to this day.
Suddenly, a golden light fell from the sky and entered Ruoruo's body.
"Heaven has bestowed merit." The Underworld King's pupils contracted as he noticed the anomaly.
What exactly is this miasma spreading in the underworld?
If expelling the miasma could actually alarm the Heavenly Dao.
At the same time, the golden light of merit fell into the body of Mo Yong, who was in seclusion in the Immortal Realm.
All the celestial officials surrounding the divine palace turned to look at the Ziwei Immortal Pavilion where Mo Yong was in seclusion, their expressions blank.
Your Majesty is merely in seclusion recuperating from your injuries; how could you possibly cultivate merit?
The large cat, which had been in a daze for a long time, slowly opened its eyes. Its limbs, which were numb with pain, were now flowing with warm, meritorious energy.
He did nothing, so how could he receive the golden light of merit? According to ancient records, the last person to receive the golden light of merit was the Xuanwu God, who used his physical body to open the passage between the six realms when the six realms were first separated.
He saved countless lives in the six realms and was fortunate enough to escape death by accumulating merit and golden light. His soul then entered the chessboard of heaven and earth.
The one who made the Jianmu wood into a small wooden sword and handed it to Ruoruo last time was him.
If...
Mo Yong's heart stirred slightly.
Could it be that their little one did something?
Inside the Taiji Hall, Yan Qingran's eyebrows furrowed: "Ruo Ruo is gone?"
Si Feng took a slight breath and said, "This humble immortal obeyed the Queen's order to deliver a message to the young prince in Kunlun Ruins. However, when I arrived at the barrier of Kunlun Ruins, I heard from the goddess Yu Hua that the young prince had already left the seclusion and had secretly run away from Kunlun Ruins, and his whereabouts are unknown."
Because Kunlun Ruins was protected by a barrier, ordinary people could not get close to it at all. Ruoruo even personally locked Kunlun Ruins, suppressing the news tightly and preventing any of it from spreading.
Si Feng paused for a moment, then forced himself to continue, "The Third Prince, along with his friend Yuebai of the Red Fox Clan, left Kunlun Ruins with the Little Prince. Later, the Second Prince also went to Kunlun Ruins to look for the Little Prince, and seemed to know where they had gone."
But these people all disappeared without a trace, completely keeping Yan Qingran in the dark.
Yan Qingran gritted her teeth. That little chick wouldn't dare to kidnap her daughter; it must be that her Ruoruo had some wicked scheme.
However, it is truly outrageous that Mo Yunlan, as the elder brother, dared to keep the information to himself.
"I understand. You may leave now." Yan Qingran turned and left, and the Ziwei Immortal Pavilion knocked on the door of Mo Yong's secluded cultivation.
Since she has already cultivated the golden light of merit, Mo Yong should be almost fully recovered. Even if she is not fully recovered, we should open the door for her and let her get a few drops of blood to find where the Soul-Destroying Spear is.
The Soul-Destroying Spear naturally went with Ruoruo.
As soon as they arrived at the entrance of Ziwei Immortal Pavilion, the door opened automatically, and a large, fluffy tail emerged from the room and wrapped itself around Yan Qingran's waist.
Yan Qingran hadn't even gotten her footing when she fell directly into a huge, fluffy ball.
Without any hesitation, she took a deep breath of the big cat's nose, then precisely climbed onto its head and grabbed its ear: "Your daughter has run away from home, taking the Soul-Destroying Gun with her. Find the cat for me right now."
Mo Yong immediately sensed the Soul-Destroying Spear, and his entire cat-like face turned serious: "Why did it go to the Underworld?"
The underworld is not a peaceful place. I've heard that some kind of plague is spreading, and many alchemists are at a loss.
His little baby is so fragile, he mustn't let him catch a disease.
Mo Yong said.
The image of a thin, weak kitten, sneezing and clutching its tail, crying out for its father and mother, flashed through the minds of both the couple.
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