The tiny hand stretched out, its skin glowing with a bright purplish-gold color, Zi Luo watched silently on the side, her face full of excited expression.
After countless efforts and time, her child was finally born.
The completely lifeless body of Su Yu was continuously crumbling, withering away like dry soil, dissipating like rain.
As Su Yu's body totally collapsed onto the ground and turned into a puddle of mud, a small, entirely purple baby was born from his remains.
This infant's skin was purplish-gold in color, and though it was young, it was already able to stand on its own at birth, opening a pair of eyes like purple crystals, reflecting a curious gaze, observing everything around it.
"My child..." Zi Luo watched the infant before her with excitement, able to clearly feel the energy levels contained in the baby's body.
