Chapter 960 - 946: Calling

Su Muyao’s tears fell uncontrollably, her heart ached with a searing pain, making it hard for her to breathe.

He said not to cry, but she couldn’t control her tears.

She witnessed the scene of his sacrifice, her heart was so heavy she couldn’t breathe.

She couldn’t take it, couldn’t bear to see such a scene.

Especially as his figure grew increasingly transparent.

Su Muyao’s vision blurred, she quickly wiped her tears with the back of her hand.

"You are Di Fu Yuan, it’s him, right?"

"Reincarnated as the Black Dragon King, right?"

Su Muyao persistently asked these questions at this moment.

He gazed deeply at Su Muyao and sighed gently, "Silly girl, it’s him."

"Since you have seen me, it means I have reincarnated and resurrected, with the same name as my current name, Di Fu Yuan, which means some part of the legacy memory still exists."

"I am a pure-blooded Dragon Clan Beastman, the most powerful beastman in Heaven and Earth, I will surely return."

"Don’t worry, and don’t be sad."

Su Muyao still felt uneasy in her heart, "But..."

"But you must have paid some price."

"Sacrificing is not so easy."

Reincarnating and resurrecting is not that easy either.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"I can definitely help you, I can do something."

Across the endless ages, when he faced the Demon King and the Destructive Black Lotus, she could do nothing.

Di Fu Yuan’s figure gradually became transparent, almost impossible to maintain.

But seeing the little girl with reddened eyes, crying so sadly, how could he rest assured?

He couldn’t bear to see her sad.

Moreover, she was his destined wife, he was supposed to cherish and protect her with his life.

But from what she said before, he understood that his people might still be affected by the Demon Beasts.

Or the Destructive Black Lotus might return.

Some things still needed to be told to her.

Di Fu Yuan sighed and said, "It may require many epochs for the Divine Soul to regroup and reincarnate."

"But even if I become the Black Dragon King again, perhaps my ability will not even be half of what it is now, and the Divine Soul might be unstable."

"That’s why you said, at that time, only a few strands of my Divine Soul remained, which is related to this time."

Otherwise, they would not be so weak.

"I completely closed the Gate, making it very difficult for Demon Beasts to open it again. If they want to enter this world, it’s hard; at most, they can only send over some low-level Demon Beasts, but only a few, the Demon King can’t enter here."

"That’s why they need our skeletons, to use the power on them to open the seal and reopen the Gate..."

Hearing these words, Su Muyao finally understood why the Destructive Black Lotus needed the body of the Black Dragon King.

So that’s why.

Indeed, the Destructive Black Lotus had long colluded with the Demon Beasts, Plant-type Beastmen, and Insect Clan Beastmen.

Long ago, Di Fu Yuan had sacrificed so much.

He was the one who guarded the earliest line of defense.

So that’s how quickly the contaminated air could invade the beastmen.

Unlike the later contaminated air.

Later, the contaminated air in the Beast World was weakened and diluted countless times, perhaps seeping through some crevice into the Beast World, only able to slowly invade wild beasts and plants.

This contaminated air wasn’t as dense, so the mutation of wild beasts and plants was slow.

But even so, many wild beasts mutated, and food and ingredients were invaded by the dark contaminated air, leading to the current food shortage.

But the Beast World wasn’t destroyed in the end, it was still because of Di Fu Yuan.

Su Muyao seriously said, "I will definitely bring back the body of the Black Dragon King, I won’t let them have it."

"But brother, in your reincarnated self, how can you quickly regroup your Divine Soul?"

At that time, his Divine Soul was not intact, only wisps of it remained.

Di Fu Yuan spoke, "In the Dragon Palace Ruins, there is a Dragon Ball, take it to the reincarnated me, he knows how to use it."

Di Fu Yuan entrusted her with some other matters, which Su Muyao carefully remembered.

"Little girl, we will meet again."

He looked at Su Muyao yearningly one last time before finally transforming into a stream of light, disappearing from where he stood.

Su Muyao stood dazedly in place and finally fainted.

"Wife, wife..."

While she was unconscious, an extremely gentle voice seemed to sound in her ears, giving her a feeling as if she was wrapped in a warm current, very comfortable.

She liked to hear his voice.

The voice had an undertone of concern.

But she couldn’t open her eyes no matter what, only feeling very tired, her heart aching, wanting to sleep.

Wei Jinmo watched the unconscious Su Muyao, sensing the gradually chilling temperature of her body, filled with worry.

Seeing her reluctance to wake up, his heart was in chaos.

"Wife, wife..."

Wei Jinmo’s heart was filled with fear, he couldn’t be without his wife.

Seemingly thinking of something, Wei Jinmo gently held Su Muyao’s hand and began to sing a song of the Merfolk.

The Merfolk songs are extremely special.

He closed his eyes, parted his lips, initially only producing faint, ethereal breaths, like ripples slowly spreading from the depths of the sea, carrying a gentle and clear scent.

At first, there were no lyrics, only pure chants, from the ancestral memory of the ancient Jiao Clan’s soul-soothing song.

Specialized in soothing pain and stabilizing the soul.

The song gradually stretched out, lingering long.

Not a sound any Mortal Beastman could possess, this tone was clear as flowing water under the moon, ethereal as the moon sinking into the deep sea.

As gentle as the spring breeze brushing over the wasteland.

Every note wrapped in a gentle warmth, softly spreading out.

The melody was fluid, winding, carrying extreme peace and inclusiveness, like the vast starlight gently enveloping the lost soul.

This soul-soothing song could only be sung by Merfolk of the royal Jiao Clan, capable of soothing the soul.

It was only after coming here that Wei Jinmo acquired deeper ancestral memories to master this ability.

Previously, he intended to sing to his wife, with a different tune.

Unexpectedly, he used this method to call his wife awake.

A royal Jiao Clan song could heal heart afflictions, calm the Divine Soul, and call back obsession.

While in a slumber, Su Muyao was unwilling to wake up, with no place for the pain in her heart.

All she wanted was to sleep.

Yet at that moment, such gentle and clean singing pierced the thick darkness, directly entering her pained consciousness.

The voice was so gentle, carrying a familiar presence that calmed her heart, like a warm hand gently smoothing all the creases and fractures within her Divine Soul, dispelling the long-clinged pain and fear.

The chaotic, fragmented, painful thoughts slowly settled into calm within this healing melody.

The previously heavy, sinking consciousness started to gradually ascend, inching towards the light.

Wei Jinmo kept singing, eyes unwaveringly watching the person lying in the Dragon Palace ruins, his eyes filled with cautious anticipation, his voice tender to the point of devotion, repeatedly using the ancient tune to call his wife back.

After some time, Su Muyao slowly opened her eyes.

However, she was still immersed in Wei Jinmo’s song, only feeling it was so beautiful, a tune she had never heard before.

The moment her gaze focused, she saw the reddened eyes and worn, anxious look of Wei Jinmo.

"Jin Mo."

Wei Jinmo almost cried with joy, his voice choked and hoarse, tenderly responding, "Wife, I am here."

"Wife, you finally woke up."

"You scared me to death, did you know?"

Wei Jinmo, looking at her now, had eyes filled with utter tenderness and deep affection.