Chapter 5147
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Behind her, Long Aotian bellowed in exasperation, "You wicked woman — —"
Finally, Ye Qing Luo could no longer hear Long Aotian's howls.
After entering the mirror.
Her body fell down weightlessly.
Finally she landed on a floating island.
She stabilized herself and surveyed the surroundings.
Indeed …. it was that familiar majestic tomb.
But as compared to before, when she entered the consciousness tomb through the murals on the stone wall …..
Now, she could clearly feel that her feet were stepping on this greenish-black stone slab.
The grave's Yin qi, lingered around her, swallowing her with its fangs and claws.
The treacherous red mist that filled the sky was also clear and close. Her senses were extremely deep, and it covered her eyes.
It gave her a creepy feeling.
This tomb, was exactly the same as in her memory.
Her heart, suddenly pounded wildly.
As though something was about to overflow from her chest.
That feeling …
She didn't know how to describe it.
It was like …..
She could sense that in the tomb, there was a feeling that made her extremely excited …. and her eyes were turning sour.
She knew.
That came from …. the connection between her and her mother.
This was her and …. the mother whom she had no memories of, for the first time …. such a close distance connection.
Excited, and apprehensive.
Excited, and reserved.
Ye Qing Luo nervously clenched her slender fingers, as she took a deep breath.
Following that, step by step, she walked towards the tomb's stone door.
Regarding the tomb's layout, Ye Zichen was stunned.
She was already familiar with it.
When she reached the stone door, Ye Qing Luo raised her head, as she looked at the stone door …..
That was an extremely obvious, carved human shaped totem.
It wasn't like the indistinct silhouette in her memory.
Instead, it was reflected in her eyes extremely clearly.
The silhouette was obvious, lifelike.
She seemed to be able to see it.
That holy and elegant lady dressed in a fiery red dress, was standing right in front of her.
Their eyes, were facing each other.
That kind of gentleness and elegance, made her heart race uncontrollably.
She stared at that clear face in a daze, as her fingertips touched that cold stone door.
Her pink lips moved slightly, as her hoarse voice spat out a word — —
"Mother ….."
Just one word, choked with sobs.
The moment she finished speaking, Ye Zichen's eyes widened.
The cold stone door suddenly glowed with an extremely intense red light.
That red light was extremely dazzling.
Ye Qing Luo regained her senses and looked at the stone door which was emitting red rays in astonishment. It was rather adorable.
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and put the Azure Water Divine Weapon up!"
Old Man Cang's impatient urging voice could be heard beside his ear. "Perhaps it was your call that awakened the Divine Emperor's obsession with you before he passed away!"
"If I rush in now, I might still have a chance to see the remnant will of the God Monarch!"
Ye Qing Luo's eyelashes fluttered as her pupils contracted.
She hurriedly took off the Azure Water five-piece set.
The girl's slender fingers trembled slightly.
Holding the Azure Water Divine Weapon, he pressed it into the stone door, and it floated around the human-shaped totem, in the shape of the five accessories.
Because he was nervous.
She missed several times.
Finally, the five divine artifacts were all embedded in the totems.
She pursed her lips, and with a flick of her finger, a drop of blood gushed out.
She placed her blood on the totem.
After that …..
Ye Qing Luo only felt a gush of warm spring energy, slowly flowing through her limbs and bones.
As if there was a pair of warm arms, gently embracing her body.
As if it could gently accommodate her everything.
Trash Seventh Young Miss: Overlord, please be gentle.
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