Chu Zheng stood by the cradle, his gaze deep as an abyss.
The next moment, his figure began to blur, slightly swaying, as if a mirage shattered.
In an instant, Qi transformed into a gentle breeze, and flesh into mud.
His physical body quietly melted away like accumulated snow under the spring sun, transforming into a puddle of spirit mud brimming with majestic Yuan Qi, while his Divine Soul and the surrounding Yuan Qi turned into a wisp of intangible and insubstantial breeze.
Finally, the breeze and the spirit mud converged, nurturing a gentle chaotic glow that silently fell into Song Lingqing's forehead, directly aiming at the Martial Arts Seed deep within her Divine Soul.
The moment the glow merged, that Dao Seed trembled slightly, and countless intricate and ancient runes appeared out of thin air on its surface, layering and intertwining to ultimately form a flawless, unbreakable seal.
