Mortal: I really didn't want to be reborn as Zi Ling!

Outside the blood cocoon.

Zhou Yuan stared at the blood-red cocoon, her lips trembling slightly.

The aura emanating from the blood cocoon was rising at an incredible speed.

From a lowly cultivator in the early stages of Foundation Establishment, she soared to a level that even she found unsettling.

"This...this..."

She opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

His own biological daughter, in the blink of an eye, went from the early stage of Foundation Establishment to—

A crack appeared in the blood cocoon.

A dark red light poured out from the crack, so bright that Zhou Yuan instinctively squinted.

A slender, fair hand emerged from the crack.

Then the arms, shoulders, the whole body—

Zi Ling emerged from the blood cocoon.

but.

She's no longer that twelve-year-old girl.

The girl before me looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, with long black hair that reached her waist and skin so fair it was almost translucent, gleaming faintly in the sunlight. Her features were so exquisite they seemed unreal; her eyes and brows possessed both the innocence of a young girl and the allure of a mature woman.

Her body was enveloped in a faint crimson aura, which, like a thin veil, appeared and disappeared, outlining her figure in a graceful curve.

Zhou Yuan was stunned.

It wasn't because my daughter had become prettier, although she certainly had! It was because of the aura emanating from her.

The realm of the false infant.

She, as a mother, had painstakingly cultivated for hundreds of years before finally reaching the early stage of Core Formation.

My daughter is only twelve years old this year, twelve years old!

Although he had already reached the Foundation Establishment stage and his talent was indeed impressive, this is just too exaggerated!

In the blink of an eye, he jumped from the early Foundation Establishment stage to the Nascent Soul stage. Even if he had taken some immortal pills, it wouldn't have been that fast!

How will she ever face anyone again?

No, that's not right—

Zhou Yuan shook her head violently.

This is not the point.

The key question is: what exactly did my daughter go through? Will this have any long-term effects? Will it damage her foundation?

There was another question she didn't dare ask: Was this person still her daughter?

"Sect Leader, stop daydreaming!"

Fan Jingmei had somehow gotten to Zhou Yuan's side and pulled her arm back.

Zhou Yuan, a dignified Core Formation cultivator, was pulled so hard by her that she stumbled and almost fell.

"What are you doing—"

Before she could finish speaking, she felt a corrosive spiritual energy spreading from Zi Ling's body. The crimson aura enveloping her body surged like boiling water, and everything it touched—driftwood on the sea, seaweed drifting by, and even the air itself—was being eroded and dissolved at a visible speed.

Zhou Yuan glanced down at her Buddhist robes.

Several small holes have appeared at the cuffs, with charred edges.

She gasped.

If Fan Jingmei had pulled her a step later—

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On the sea.

The extremely Yin Ancestor, who was possessing Wu Chou's body, finally caught his breath.

He had just crawled out of the sea, his clothes tattered and his body soaked, like a salted fish that had been washed ashore by a storm.

Then he saw the blood cocoon.

I saw the blood cocoon crack open.

They saw a girl shrouded in crimson light emerge from inside.

The eyes of the Supreme Yin Patriarch suddenly widened.

That aura—

The Realm of the False Infant?!

And it's even better than his current condition!

The key point is that the blood-red figure clearly resembles the little girl who was hiding behind Wang Heng and his wife earlier!

How is this possible?!

Even if it were a reincarnation of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, it would be impossible for a cultivator to break through from the early Foundation Establishment stage to the Nascent Soul stage in the blink of an eye!

The Yin Master felt a chill run down his spine.

A chill ran up my tailbone and straight to the top of my head.

He did not hesitate.

They didn't even think about it.

He turned and ran.

The seawater beneath his feet burst into white sprays as he flew past. He pushed his magical power to its limit, transforming himself into a black meteor and speeding towards the open sea.

At this moment, he had already cursed Wu Chou's ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind.

No, Wu Chou's ancestor was himself.

So who was he cursing?

The Supreme Yin Master had no time to think about these things.

All he knew was that he had to run, as fast as possible, and as far as possible.

That thing is too eerie.

Zi Ling raised her head, her gaze passing over the sea and landing on the black streak of light that was frantically fleeing.

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

The crimson light flickered in my pupils.

Then the sea beneath her feet exploded, and she shot out like an arrow, many times faster than before.

The air whistled past her ears, the sea rushed past her feet, and everything became a blurry line.

The black beam of light ahead was getting closer and closer.

Zi Ling reached out her hand.

On that fair and slender hand, crimson spiritual light condensed and compressed at the fingertips, forming a sharp claw shadow.

She could almost smell the decaying aura emanating from the Yin Ancestor.

But just then, the black light in front suddenly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

The body of the Extreme Yin Ancestor became illusory within the blood mist, like a ghost about to dissipate.

Blood Escape.

Zi Ling's pupils contracted slightly.

The speed of that crimson streak of light suddenly increased several times, like a shooting star streaking across the sky, disappearing in the blink of an eye where the sea meets the sky.

"Damn it! This old ghost of extreme yin has no dignity whatsoever that a Nascent Soul cultivator should have. Shouldn't he be fighting me head-on under normal circumstances?"

Zi Ling was unwilling to give up and pursued him for a while longer.

The sea breeze whistled in my ears, and the salty, fishy vapor hit my face, but the blood-red streak of light grew farther and farther away, smaller and smaller, until it finally disappeared completely from sight.

Her escape skills are terrible.

Although I practice a lot, I'm still at the Foundation Establishment stage. It's like having a 5090 graphics card, but the driver, display, and processor are all outdated relics from 20 or 30 years ago, so I can't unleash its full potential.

Zi Ling slowly stopped, hovering on the sea surface, and spat in the direction where the Extreme Yin Ancestor had disappeared.

A sea breeze blew in from the side, ruffling the stray hairs on her forehead.

The surroundings became quiet.

All that remained was the sound of waves crashing against the rocks and the beating of my own heart.

Zi Ling withdrew her gaze, and only then did she have time to examine her current body.

A slender waist, long legs, and those two mounds on her chest—

She reached out and pinched it.

I must say, it feels quite comfortable to the touch.

"Cough cough—"

Zi Ling coughed twice, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that no one was around.

But to be fair, she does have a great figure.

Her two long, straight legs were slender and shapely, her hips were perfectly rounded, and her waist was so thin it looked like it could break in a gust of wind. Paired with that excessively delicate face, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call her a femme fatale.

No wonder she was first called the most beautiful woman in the Chaotic Star Sea, and then the most beautiful woman in the South!

She couldn't help but pinch her inner thigh again.

Tsk.

It's quite bouncy!

"but--"

Zi Ling withdrew her hand, frowning as she looked at her dantian: "What is this? Have I formed my core?"

Inside his dantian, the fragment had somehow transformed into an inner core.

The inner elixir was blood-purple, its surface covered with fine lines that undulated slightly like blood vessels, emitting a faint glow. It floated quietly in the center of her dantian, slowly rotating, like a miniature star, occupying most of her dantian.

A twelve-year-old Core Formation cultivator.

I'm afraid even the spirit world has never heard of such a thing.

Only in the celestial realm could such a monstrous talent exist!

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