Transmigrated into a vicious stepmother, relying on raising a child to defeat the immortal world

"Boom-thump-thump-"

The sound of heartbeats, each one stronger and louder than the last, made Xiao Yuwei and Ziying cry with joy.

Although Yun Xiangwan's heartbeat had been there before, it was as thin as a thread and as soft as a mosquito's. They were always on edge, afraid that if they turned around, their hearts would stop beating.

As the heartbeat became stronger and stronger, Yun Xiangwan's originally pale face gradually turned rosy, and the breath of life became stronger and stronger, like a flower about to bloom, full of vitality and vigor.

At the same time, colorful clouds suddenly appeared in the sky above Tianxuan Sect, as colorful as a dream. Along with the appearance of the colorful clouds, waves of melodious fairy music came, quiet and distant, as if coming from the heavenly palace, the temple.

"This is a good sign from heaven. Could it be that Elder Yun is about to wake up?" someone exclaimed in surprise.

"It must be! Elder Yun has done so much for our sect and for Shenglin Continent. She shouldn't be lying there. She should be sitting on a high platform, accepting the kneeling worship of us and the people of Shenglin." Another person said excitedly.

“Brother, what you said is absolutely right, but I don’t know why, when I listen to this celestial music, I always feel like I have suddenly realized something!”

"Brother, I'll be honest with you. I feel the same way!"

"What should I do?"

"What else can we do? Let's break through first, and then pay our respects to Elder Yun."

Hence, under the colorful auspicious clouds, countless disciples of the Tianxuan Sect sat cross-legged, their spiritual energy surging.

They radiated light of various colors, illuminating the entire Tianxuan Sect as bright as day from day to night.

Such a magnificent scene left Ming Yu stunned.

"Boom!"

At this time, a thick black cloud of disaster appeared in the sky above Tianxuan Sect. However, even so, it could not cover up the light radiating from the disciples of Tianxuan Sect. The thunderstorm descended, the spiritual power surged, and the light was colorful, like a grand fireworks feast, or a magnificent ceremony to welcome the birth of the Lord God.

On the warm jade bed, everyone watched intently, and Yun Xiangwan, who had been sleeping for three years, finally slowly opened his eyes.

Her eyes were still a little empty when she opened them, and she blinked subconsciously.

The people watching on the side held their breath, fearing that they would accidentally disturb this long-awaited scene.

However, in the next second, Yun Xiangwan jumped up from the warm jade bed, clenched her hands into fists, and took an attacking stance. She shouted loudly.

"Little demon, give me your life!"

"Pfft hahahaha..."

Ziying couldn't help but burst into laughter. This laughter seemed to be contagious, and soon everyone present followed suit and laughed out loud.

When Yun Xiangwan heard their laughter, her mood also became cheerful and the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously.

She jumped lightly off the warm jade bed, however, when she raised her head and looked into their faces, she was surprised to find that everyone had tears streaming down their faces.

Even the usually calm Master Meng Jingsui and Senior Brother Su Yan had tears in their eyes.

"Mother, you finally woke up. We were so worried about you! Wuuuuu..."

Xiao Yuwei sobbed, tears pouring out like a broken dam. Ziying beside her burst into tears, crying excitedly: "Junior sister, I miss you so much! Waa ...

Seeing them crying with joy, Yun Xiangwan was filled with mixed emotions. She sighed softly, then slowly opened her arms and gently hugged them tightly.

"I've already tried to make you happy, so stop crying, okay?"

Yun Xiangwan comforted softly.

In fact, over the past three years, she has occasionally regained consciousness and been able to perceive what is happening around her.

Therefore, she still remembers most of what people said to her.

It was precisely because she was afraid of facing such a sad scene that she deliberately created the scene just now, trying to use humor to diffuse the heavy atmosphere.

But the worries and fears that had accumulated over time surged like a tide, and when their expectations came true, they were completely unable to control their emotions.

Yun Xiangwan's eyes couldn't help but become moist. After comforting Xiao Yuwei and Ziying, she slowly walked to Meng Jingsui.

"Master, I'm sorry for making you worry again."

Meng Jingsui gently raised his hand and rubbed the soft hair on Yun Xiangwan's head, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Just wake up, just wake up."

There is nothing better than this.

After a round of greetings, Yun Xiangwan's gaze fell on the Hongjun Pagoda beside him.

Her eyes darkened for a moment, then she stretched out her right hand.

Hongjun Pagoda was like a long-forgotten child that was suddenly found by its parents. It trembled with excitement and flew into Yun Xiangwan's palm.

"What about him?"

"Master, I don't know. Humph, I haven't seen you for millions of years. Why do you only ask him when you open your mouth?!" Hongjun Tower muttered, and suddenly shook the tower body, as if it was very dissatisfied with Yun Xiangwan's question, and protested.

"Aren't you in my hands now? But he's not here."

Yun Xiangwan raised a faint smile and spoke softly.

The people nearby heard her conversation with Xiaota, and they all guessed who the "he" Yun Xiangwan was talking about.

Xiao Jibai, since he went to the Shenglan Secret Realm with Yun Xiangwan, he disappeared as if he had evaporated from the face of the earth.

During those days, although Yun Xiangwan tried her best to hide her inner sadness, she still could not conceal the deep grief and endless sense of powerlessness.

Now it seems that something really happened to him!

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you everything. Several years ago, he gave me to a mixed-blood dragon, saying that I might be useful in a few years. But where did he go after that? Master, I really don't know."

Hongjun Tower sighed helplessly. It actually admired this guy Xiao Jibai very much.

When the master died, his divine body, divine blood, and divine soul all fell apart and fell into countless small worlds.

Xiao Jibai, dragging his equally severely injured body, shuttled between these small worlds, struggling to collect the scattered fragments of his master.

Later, he could no longer walk and fell into the Holy Continent.

The injury was so severe that his divine nature collapsed, his mind became disordered, and he lost his memory. After millions of years, the ancient holy dragon turned into a country bumpkin.

When those small fragments entered his body, Yun Xiangwan also had some images of Xiao Jibai collecting them.

Considering what happened today, she had a rough guess.

"Okay, go find Xiao Hei."

"okay!"

Hongjun Tower's figure flashed and went straight into the space.

"Mother, are you okay?"

Xiao Yuwei originally wanted to ask where her father had gone, but after thinking about it, she decided not to ask and instead asked about Yun Xiangwan's health.

She really didn't want to see her mother lying pale and fragile on the warm jade bed anymore.