With her spatial ability to raise beast husbands, the wicked female becomes the darling of the group

Chapter 382 Seven Colors
Yue Wuhen picked up Su Muyao, his movements so careful.

His eyes were red, as if they were filled with tears.

He remembered visiting the Azure Beast Continent when he was young, where he met the High Priest and Old Master Su.

They told him not to get emotional.

But this is something he can't control.

His wife is so wonderful, one glance is enough to make your heart flutter.

He would do anything for her without hesitation.

Even at the cost of his own life.

"My lady, I promise I will make sure nothing happens to you."

When Yue Wuhen said these words, his tone was very firm.

He carried Su Muyao and walked step by step into the depths of the ancestral land of the Wu clan.

This is the burial ground of the Wu tribe, and it seems to be completely desolate.

As someone with the bloodline of the Witch Clan, Yue Wuhen naturally knew that the Witch Clan's lineage would not be broken, and also knew where the hidden lineage altar was located.

Yue Wuhen walked into the depths, clearing a path with blood, opening the barrier of the Witch Clan, and entering inside.

Here, no other orc race can find anything left behind by the witches.

Only the blood of the Witch Clan can unlock everything.

Finally, Yue Wuhen carefully placed Su Muyao on the sacrificial altar.

His movements were so careful, as if he were handling a precious treasure.

His fingertips brushed against her pale, paper-white cheek, the icy touch sending shivers down his spine.

He gazed intently at her, as if trying to etch everything about her into his mind.

Then he slowly lowered his head, his lips carefully touching hers, his body trembling slightly, as if he were crying out in sorrow.

"My lady, don't be afraid, I'll save you right away."

As he spoke, Yue Wuhen stood up and knelt beside him. Without hesitation, he cut his palm and placed it on the altar.

Blood flowed from his palm, slowly trickling down the grooves of the runes and forming crimson streams on the surface of the altar.

The night wind ruffled his hair, and the silver ornaments on his body seemed to emit a soft hum.

He looked up at the dark night sky, his eyes filled with unwavering resolve and burning determination, "Ancestors above, the moon shines without a trace today. I am willing to offer my entire lifeblood and soul as a sacrifice to save my wife's life!"

His blood flowed slowly in the grooves of the altar, flowing over the engraved runes on the altar, as if awakening some power.

In an instant, the runes around the altar lit up, and a scarlet light shot into the sky, illuminating the entire mountain forest as if it were daytime.

Countless ancient phantoms of the witch clan emerged from the light. They wore animal skin robes, held bone staffs, and had solemn and dignified eyes as they looked down at the boy on the altar.

An aged figure floated in the air, looking at Yue Wuhen and then at Su Muyao on the ground, and sighed in a low voice: "I never thought that my clan would have such an outstanding descendant after 100,000 years."

The aged figure looked at Yue Wuhen with an expression of admiration.

I think the younger generation is very good.

“Your name is Wuhen. Do you know that with your abilities, you can inherit the legacy of my Wu clan and rebuild the Wu clan?”

"The method of sacrificing oneself to save one's life is extremely risky, with only a slim chance of survival. If you make such a sacrifice, one wrong move and you will die, and she will die too."

Without hesitation, Yue Wuhen said, "Even if there's only a sliver of hope, I will save her."

"If she's not here, my life has no meaning."

She was his wife, the woman he loved, and all he asked for was for her to be well.

The old man sighed, "Do you know that by offering yourself in this way, you will not only die, but your soul will also be scattered."

"I don't care, I just want my wife to live."

As he spoke, Yue Wuhen looked down at Su Muyao, who lay lifeless on the altar. Seeing her like this, his heart felt as if it were bleeding, and he was in excruciating pain.

She's so vibrant and radiant, she shouldn't be like this.

At this moment, Yue Wuhen's blood continued to flow, his face grew paler and paler, and his body grew weaker and weaker. The aged phantom calculated with his fingers, revealing a puzzled expression. He looked at Yue Wuhen with a shocked expression, "Huh, there is still a glimmer of hope."

He then looked at Su Muyao, whose body had transformed into its true form—a fluffy ball radiating seven-colored light—under the glow of the altar runes.

The ancestor of the Wu tribe was slightly startled by this scene, and said thoughtfully, "She is a Celestial Phoenix. There are still Celestial Phoenixes now. No wonder."

"For the phoenix to take flight, it must undergo a rebirth through fire, and the descendants of my Wu clan must help her survive."

"I see."

"Don't worry, child, you will succeed."

"She won't die."

Yue Wuhen didn't quite understand what was being said; he only caught the last sentence.

That means the sacrificial ceremony was successful.

This made Yue Wuhen extremely excited.

As long as she's alive, that's enough.

After the old man's voice fell, the light and shadow around the altar and the floating runes shone brightly.

He raised his hand and pressed the blood from his palm onto Su Muyao's body, while simultaneously circulating all his spiritual power and activating the secret technique inherited by the Witch Clan.

His body began to glow with a faint red light, and the power of the witch clan in his bloodline resonated with the power of the ancestral phantom, forming a rotating energy vortex around him.

His essence and blood seeped out from his seven orifices, sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the altar, making the runes' light even more intense.

"With my blood, I will merge with your veins; with my soul, I will mend your spirit..." Yue Wuhen's voice gradually weakened, yet remained clear.

He could feel his soul being extracted by a secret technique, and his body was in excruciating pain as if it were being burned by fire, but he gritted his teeth and kept his gaze fixed on Su Muyao.

With deep reluctance.

Upon seeing this, the ancestral phantom slowly raised its bone staff, and streams of golden inherited power surged from the phantom, flowing into Su Muyao's body through Yue Wuhen's palm.

Su Muyao's lifeless body gradually regained a trace of life, while Yue Wuhen's body was becoming transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"My lady, you must take good care of yourself from now on." Yue Wuhen's voice was as light as a wisp of smoke. He reached out his hand, wanting to touch Su Muyao one last time.

But his fingertips began to dissipate just as they were about to touch it.

Her body, depleted of its essence and blood, gradually turned into specks of red light, merging into the power of the altar. The life force emanating from the altar continuously repaired Su Muyao's body.

As the moon disappeared without a trace, only the silver ornaments on his body fell onto the altar, emitting a clear, mournful sound.

As the life force flowed into Su Muyao's body, the seven-colored ball of fur in her true form began to stretch out, and flames that seemed to weep blood burned around her.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but Su Muyao gradually regained consciousness. Her body was very hot, but the heat made her feel comfortable.

She felt as if she had been asleep for a long time, as if something was trying to break free from the flames.

Gradually, a warm feeling flowed through her limbs and bones.

The warmth didn't come from the outside, but rather slowly spread from deep within her body, gathering in her chest.

It seemed that the dormant primal power within her body was gradually radiating light.

These rays of light converged outside and enveloped her.

Then came a "buzzing" sound.

A soft hum emanated from Su Muyao's body, and the golden aura suddenly surged, transforming into a pillar of light that shot straight into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, seven colors—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and violet—bloomed in succession from the beam of light.

It was as if the Emperor of Heaven had overturned his palette, turning the entire dark and desolate mountain forest into a rainbow of colors.

Wherever the light reached, withered trees sprouted new buds, and the land once stained with blood blossomed with unknown flowers. Even the howling wind became gentle, carrying a rich spiritual energy that lingered around the altar.

The abandoned territory of the Wu tribe seemed to be coming back to life.

Sorry for the late update.

The female protagonist's true form is a celestial phoenix, which is even more noble than a phoenix. She must be reborn from the ashes in order to truly manifest her true form.

I've seen everyone's comments. Sorry, I'll update on time from now on.