Inside the Soul Suppressing Pearl, Ye Yuan looked at that fair and flawless face. His heart was in extreme pain.
So many years had passed, Mu Lingxue still had that peerless appearance, like a sleeping beauty, as if one could wake up her at any time.
But in these few years, Ye Yuan had once attempted countless times before and never succeeded.
Ye Yuan knew that in this peerlessly beautiful shell, there was already not a trace of life.
What there was, was only the currently dissipating spiritual consciousness.
Puu, puu, puu …
Suddenly, clusters of gloomy cold light lit up around Mu Lingxue, like lighting candles.
These candle light-like gloomy lights enclosed Mu Lingxue's surroundings very quickly, guarding her in the middle.