Spring goes and autumn comes, and the chill of winter arrives suddenly.
In September, Chang Le arrived at the Dragon Tomb Secret Realm.
Fu Jiu and the other four returned to accompany her in making this most important clay figurine.
The yellow mud tree is already ten meters tall, and its yellow mud flowers are in full bloom, their clusters of golden and shimmering light seemingly echoing the star map in the sky and the Milky Way on the ground.
Fu Jiu and the other four sat cross-legged around Chang Le to protect her. Chang Le picked seven yellow mud flowers and began to make them.
Body parts—head, torso, and internal organs;
The parts belonging to cultivators—the origin, the brain, and the meridians.
The human body is complex, and the composition of a cultivator, who is equivalent to having an additional cultivation system, is naturally even more complex. It is obviously impossible for Chang Le to accurately sculpt every muscle and every meridian of Fu Guang. Therefore, she can only use the energy of the Dragon Ball to support the three-dimensional shape of the Reverse Scale, allowing the Yellow Mud to sense its target energy and automatically take shape, just like Fu Jiu.
Chang Le reached out, and the ice between his fingers cut a gash between his chest. The blood began to congeal the moment it was about to gush out.
She had to suppress her self-healing instincts to keep the wound in place, then summoned several tentacles that turned into smoke and seeped into the cut, precisely locating the reverse scale that had already been peeled off from its original position, and pulling it out little by little.
Thanks to her physical strength, which surpasses that of flesh and blood, Chang Le wasn't in too much pain. However, the feeling of being pulled and peeled away was really unpleasant, and the weakness in her heart was constantly impacting her consciousness.
When the jet-black dragon scale with its dazzling gold patterns was completely peeled off, Chang Le let out a long sigh of relief. The wound on his chest had stopped bleeding and scabbed over with each breath.
Chang Le carefully placed the reverse scale among the seven clumps of yellow mud. The mud transformed into wisps of yellowish-brown sand and light that enveloped the reverse scale, creating a mysterious and sacred scene.
"Thump! Thump!"
Chang Le could hear his own heart pounding like a drum.
The seven clusters of yellow mud flowers merged completely together, gradually taking on a slender and familiar human shape, but as the lines became clearer, they became scattered.
Chang Le immediately focused his mind and channeled his spiritual power into it, using himself as a medium to connect Fu Guang's memories with Huang Ni, guiding Huang Ni to begin reconstructing the soul while building the body.
Before his mental energy even began to be depleted, Chang Le was already sweating.
Seeing this, Fu Jiu closed his eyes and returned his consciousness to Chang Le's body to help stabilize his mental and energy state.
Chang Le adjusted her breathing, closed her eyes, and carefully felt the sensations.
As the starlight from the yellow mud entered the inner realm, it connected with the fragments related to Fu Guang in the brain. Like an electric shock, a familiar energy suddenly drilled into the depths of the brain, and Chang Le lost consciousness.
"My darling! My darling! You scared me to death! I thought you were dead... my darling!"
The sunlight was blinding, but it couldn't compare to the overwhelming power of that familiar voice. Chang Le's pupils dilated as he stood there, stunned, held tightly in the arms of the person he had been longing for.
The tension in my waist felt incredibly real.
Chang Le leaned on Fu Guang's shoulder, looked past Qi Qi and Jiu Fang Gui, whose eyes were red, and saw the plaque of Chang'an Academy. His pupils trembled.
How... have I ended up here again?
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