Chapter 213 Star Chart? (2/2)

Ruan Tang's voice was soft, yet it seemed to have a magical power, instantly calming the restlessness in his heart.

She peeked her head out from behind Yan Yu, her bright almond-shaped eyes showing no fear, but rather a hint of heartache.

"It just... hurts too much."

This cauldron bears the weight of too much death and despair.

For thousands of years, it has been both a hero and a prison.

"Leave it to me."

As Ruan Tang spoke, she walked past Yan Yu and faced the churning black resentment alone.

She didn't defend herself or attack; she just stood there quietly with her eyes closed.

Within the dantian and spiritual field, the small Ruomu tree swayed gently.

A wisp of life force, pure to the extreme, carrying the freshness of tender buds breaking through the soil, flowed out along her meridians and condensed into a firefly-like emerald green dot at her fair fingertips.

"Go."

She said softly.

That little bit of green light drifted away leisurely.

It didn't confront the raging black torrent head-on, but instead floated in gently and softly.

In an instant, the entire cave fell silent.

The roaring, howling, and destructive black resentment froze the moment it touched that green light.

Immediately afterwards, from the center of that green light, soft, emerald-green ripples spread outwards.

Wherever the ripples passed, the black resentment melted away as quickly as it met the blazing sun.

The distorted, pained faces gradually relaxed in the green light, and the resentment and despair in their eyes faded away, turning into a peaceful scene.

They bowed silently and deeply in the direction of Ruan Tang.

Then, it turned into countless specks of light and scattered.

The overwhelming resentment was completely purified within a few breaths.

All that remained was pure water-based spiritual energy, like a gentle stream, quietly winding around Ruan Tang and affectionately brushing against the hem of her clothes.

The black water patterns on the bronze tripod have faded, restoring its ancient simplicity.

It emitted a long, drawn-out hum, like a satisfied sigh, or a belated thank you.

The killing intent in Yan Yu's eyes had long since dissipated, replaced by a sense of shock and pride that even he himself was unaware of.

His little girl is always like this.

He wanted to crush and annihilate them.

But she chose to perform a ritual to help the dead find peace.

[Squeak...]

Little White was stunned, its two mithril paws covering its mouth, its dark purple eyes filled with stars.

Little master...you're so amazing! So gentle!

Ruan Tang opened her eyes, smiled sweetly at Yan Yu, and her dimples were faintly visible on her cheeks.

She walked to the stone platform.

This time, when she reached out again, the piece of the Breath of Earth stone was lifted up obediently without any further obstruction.

The stone slab feels warm and heavy to the touch, like holding a piece of breathing earth.

She contentedly stored the Breath of Earth Stone and the bronze cauldron into her spatial storage.

After doing all this, she felt a wave of exhaustion and her body swayed.

Purifying that immense resentment almost drained her spiritual power.

Before she could even stand up straight, she was enveloped in a firm, warm embrace.

Yan Yu picked her up horizontally and wrapped her tightly in his military overcoat, leaving only her slightly pale face exposed.

He didn't say anything, but simply lowered his head and gently rubbed his chin against the top of her soft hair.

"Let's go home."

His deep voice held an unyielding heartache.

Ruan Tang found a comfortable position in his arms, rubbed her little head against his strong chest, and closed her eyes peacefully.

However, just as the two were about to leave...

Within Ruan Tang's spatial dimension, the bronze cauldron that had just regained its tranquility suddenly trembled slightly without warning. (This chapter has been read. Please click to continue reading the next chapter!)