In the spiritual spring on Wutong Mountain, Zhaozhao was soaking in the spring water in a white dress.
Her long hair was loose, and the characteristics of a tree spirit on top of her head were fully revealed. There were tiny white flower buds on the branches that resembled dragon horns.
"Master, how is Junior Sister?" Second Senior Sister Yueyao stroked Zhaozhao's wet hair in the spiritual spring. Her beautiful eyes were full of pity.
"Not good." Chongming looked solemn. He hadn't expected Zhaozhao's condition to deteriorate so severely. He increased the spiritual power he was channeling.
Chongming was channeling his spiritual power to heal Zhaozhao, but the spiritual power of the divine bird had already circulated through Zhaozhao's body for three cycles, yet there was still no sign of improvement.
The external injuries on her body had healed, but the spiritual power in her body was in chaos. If not careful, there was a risk of her going berserk.
"Yueyao, now take my seal and send a message to Penglai."
"Are we going to Penglai?" Yueyao's heart skipped a beat. If it had really come to the point of going to Penglai, it meant that Zhaozhao was really in danger.
"The spiritual pond in Penglai is gentler than my Chongming Divine Fire and is better at guiding Zhaozhao's spiritual energy. Moreover, it's time for Zhaozhao to visit Penglai."
All of Chongming's disciples on Wutong Mountain had gone to Penglai Fairy Mountain for cultivation, except for Zhaozhao.
Whenever this matter was mentioned in the past, Chongming always found various reasons to dispel Zhaozhao's idea of going with them.
It was really because of what happened back then...
Alas, never mind.
Chongming sighed. She had to go there sooner or later. It was just the right time to solve the matter of that dragon.
Yueyao looked at her master's expression, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and then glanced at Zhaozhao's face, which turned pale and then red. She turned around and went to contact the people in Penglai.
In her memory, Junior Sister was still a little girl who couldn't even control her transformation time and always sweetly called them senior brother and senior sister. How could her well - behaved junior sister end up like this in the blink of an eye?
After Yueyao left and closed the cave door, Chongming finally withdrew his gaze.
Chongming sat in meditation, crossed his hands, and began to channel his spiritual power. Faint red wings appeared behind him. Under his guidance, a white light emitted from Zhaozhao's heart.
The next moment, a multicolored stone emitting five - colored divine light landed in Chongming's hand.
This was Zhaozhao's heart.
To be exact, it should be the artificial heart that Chongming had installed in Zhaozhao as a substitute.
In ancient times, Nüwa refined multicolored stones to mend the sky. The one in Chongming's hand was a broken stone left over after Nüwa mended the sky.
Back then, when Chongming picked up Zhaozhao and raised her, and learned that her heart was missing, he specifically went to find Nüwa and exchanged a pile of rare treasures for this multicolored stone. After tempering it with his divine fire, Zhaozhao was able to use it.
But as Chongming himself said, a substitute was ultimately a substitute and could never compare to the real thing. Now that Zhaozhao was about to regain the power from those fragments, this multicolored stone heart could hardly bear the surging spiritual power.
A red flame rose in Chongming's hand, enveloping the multicolored stone for tempering. The light it emitted looked purer and brighter than before.
As the flame in his hand burned more and more vigorously, a seed emerged in his other palm, a seed exuding green spiritual energy.
In just a moment, the shell of the seed fell off, leaving behind a crystal - clear fragment.
In fact, this was the small sapling that Chongming had burned.
Chongming had burned the fake sapling in front of Song Changming and that young man and took away the core fragment that had caused the sapling to mutate.
If Chongming guessed correctly, this fragment should be one of the pieces of Zhaozhao's heart.
Those crazy people had used such means just to replicate another Zhaozhao.
This was something Chongming hadn't expected.
They were truly complete lunatics.
"Su Yuan... Su Yuan!" Zhaozhao, who had been soaking in the spiritual spring in a daze, suddenly said this. Although she was still in a coma, a look of pain flashed across her face.
No one knew what she had seen.
Chongming knew what his little disciple was going through. Unable to bear it, he increased the intensity of the flame in his hand.
The fragment was refined and guided in Chongming's hand and gradually merged with the multicolored stone.
The multicolored stone suddenly emitted a wave of energy and then returned to Zhaozhao's body.
The moment it returned to Zhaozhao's body, she suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood and then slowly opened her eyes.
"Master?" Zhaozhao looked at Chongming in front of her in a daze and absent - mindedly wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.
What had happened?
Her mind was in a mess. She seemed to have seen many people. They all pointed their long swords at her and shouted at her to be killed.
She was at a loss, sad, and aggrieved because she didn't know what she had done wrong.
Looking at her intact body, she thought blankly that since she wasn't injured, it must have been a dream...
But Su Yuan wasn't in the dream, and the pain was so real.
"Master, I'm in so much pain." The more she thought about it, the more she felt that the pain seemed to remain in every inch of her body. A tear rolled out of Zhaozhao's eye, and she looked at Chongming helplessly.
Chongming's face instantly darkened. So that was what was hidden in that fragment!
Did they think they had a good plan? Chongming sneered. Then he raised his index finger and gently tapped Zhaozhao's forehead. His voice was gentle, "It doesn't hurt. It's all an illusion."
The next second, Zhaozhao completely lost consciousness.
On the other side, Su Yuan found Nüwa, who was making dolls, and got straight to the point:
"Yinglong Su Yuan has something to ask for. Please help me, Goddess Nüwa."
Nüwa took off her goggles in surprise and glanced at Su Yuan. She put down the BJD doll in her hand, propped her chin up, and asked curiously, "What could bring you, Su Yuan, to me?"
"Su Yuan would like to ask Goddess Nüwa to tell me the whereabouts of the descendants of Xuanyuan. I believe you must know."
"Oh? What do you want with the descendants of Xuanyuan? Did they offend you?" Nüwa really couldn't figure out how the descendants of Xuanyuan could be related to Su Yuan.
She had really hit the nail on the head. Su Yuan pursed his lips and said nothing, which was a tacit admission.
"Hey, if you don't tell me the specific reason, I can't say. After all, you know that I'm related to the Xuanyuan clan. You're putting me in a difficult position!"
Su Yuan naturally knew her relationship with Xuanyuan. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come here.
It seemed that he had to tell her now.
Su Yuan briefly explained the whole story, but the more Nüwa listened, the stranger her expression became.
"Did you say her name was Zhaozhao?"
"Yes."
Nüwa closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and seemed to be stimulated. She propped herself up on the workbench with difficulty and said, "This... You... Alas, go to Penglai Fairy Mountain. You'll find the answer there."
Penglai Fairy Mountain? The Xuanyuan clan should have no relation to Penglai. Could it be...
Thinking of something, Su Yuan bowed to Nüwa and thanked her, "Su Yuan thanks Goddess Nüwa."
In an instant, he was gone and rushed towards Penglai.