The divine beast recognized its master, and the dragon girl, destined to kill him, went to the spiri

Ye Wanqing only felt that she was in a very deep dream, and her whole body was weak and powerless, and the surroundings were dark and hazy, without a trace of light.

I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly, an extremely familiar voice was heard. At the same time, light shone in and happened to shine on the old man not far away.

Ye Wanqing was in a trance for a moment, and she staggered to her feet. The corners of her eyes gradually turned red and wet, and a trace of tears flashed faintly. She choked with sobs and wanted to speak, but nothing came out.

The old man not far away was wearing a crescent-colored Taoist robe and holding a whisk in his hand. His eyes were full of heartache and love when he looked at Ye Wanqing, and his whole body exuded an extraordinary power of compassion for the world.

"Master!"

Ye Wanqing rushed forward with all her strength and half-knelt down. Her long, fine eyelashes trembled slightly, and the tears in the corners of her eyes could no longer be suppressed. A few lines of light tears fell on her fair and beautiful face, and her expression was full of longing and grievance.

"Master, it turns out you are still here. I really miss you, Master."

Ye Wanqing was already stunningly beautiful, with a cold and elegant demeanor. At this moment, she knelt motionless in front of the old man, her eyes blurred with tears, like a shattered piece of jade, seemingly broken and dim. However, the bright light made her figure look even thinner.

Daotian held a whisk in his hand and gently touched Ye Wanqing's head with his right hand. His expression was filled with compassion and distress. "Disciple, you have suffered."

When she was in the Heavenly Spirit Realm, she was a respected Saint of the Temple, the eldest sister of the entire Temple, and the most gifted Heavenly Grade Alchemist.

When she was in the Sky Continent, she was the most gifted genius girl in the Xinghui Country, and the eldest daughter of the Ye family who saved thousands of people from the suffering of the medicine man.

It was always others who asked her for help, and she was always indifferent, but she looked very strong. Only in front of her master would Ye Wanqing reveal such pain and grievance.

Ye Wanqing raised her face slightly, tears welling up in her eyes. Her expression was filled with helplessness and pain as she choked with sobs.

"Master, the temple is gone, my uncle hasn't fully recovered yet, and I don't know if my younger sister and younger brother are alive or dead. The power of the pure outer demons in the heavenly realm is too strong, I can't defeat them. Master, what should I do? Master, I can't defeat them, wuwuwu."

And just now, when she was fighting against the almost pure evil spirit and strange energy, she almost couldn't hold on. If she hadn't used all her divine power and herself as a lure, she would not have been able to suppress the strange energy at all. The result of using herself as a lure was that she would kill a thousand enemies but lose eight hundred of her own.

Daotian's eyes flickered slightly, sensing her gradually weakening aura, and he sighed softly, "Disciple, you must know that what I wish for you is peace and happiness. Can you pursue your own happiness? I also hope that you can protect yourself and forget about the revenge for the Holy Temple."

"No, no!"

Ye Wanqing suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with determination and hatred. "Master, my temple has been destroyed, my uncle is seriously injured, my younger sister and brother are unknown whether they are alive or dead, and even you are missing. How can I tolerate this enemy going unpunished?!"

Seeing Ye Wanqing's aura becoming more and more strange, Daotian's eyes were filled with pain. Naturally, he also knew the pain she was suffering at the moment, and he could only sigh softly.

The whisk in his hand touched her forehead, and instantly the Dao luck in Ye Wanqing's body increased, and his divine power reached its peak.

"Disciple, do you know that too much karma is not conducive to your cultivation? The inner demons will burn you. Have you really considered it?"

Ye Wanqing naturally understood what Master meant and nodded solemnly, "Master, if I cannot avenge the Holy Temple, then my rebirth in another world will be meaningless. Master, I beg you to at least let me know your whereabouts."

She knew that perhaps everything she was going through now was the tribulation she had to go through as the Dragon Girl of Destiny.

But at this moment, in front of her master, Ye Wanqing just wanted to ask her master for guidance. One thing after another was too confusing. She didn't know how to completely cure her uncle, she didn't know how to find her junior sister, and she didn't know how to face the next demon from outside the heavenly realm.

She is really tired.

Daotian gently stroked the whisk in his hand, and a strange light flashed from the whisk and entered the center of Ye Wanqing's eyebrows.

At this time, Daotian's figure became fainter and fainter, as if it would disappear in the next moment.

Ye Wanqing was startled, her expression more flustered than ever before. Her eyes were blurred with tears, and she couldn't clearly see the figure in front of her. "Master, Master! Don't leave, Master!"

Suddenly, Daotian, whose form was gradually disappearing, spat out a mouthful of blood in front of Ye Wanqing. His whole body was covered in blood, and there was no longer the kindness and love in his eyes, only compassion and pain.

"Master!"

Until Daotian's figure completely disappeared from sight, and the original light also disappeared, the surroundings became dark again.

"Master!"

Ye Wanqing suddenly woke up with sweat on her forehead. She looked confused and dazed, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes unknowingly.

However, her hands were tightly grasped by the person next to her, and a worried and nervous voice kept ringing out, "Wanwan, Wanwan."

Gradually, an extremely gentle and warm power enveloped her whole body. Ye Wanqing came back to her senses, only to see Di Siheng beside her passing on the purest source of magic power to her.

His hands were covered with scratches. If she guessed correctly, she must have scratched him in her nightmare just now.

Ye Wanqing's eyes flickered slightly, and her gaze subconsciously averted.

However, Di Siheng did not notice Ye Wanqing's little movements. He was relieved only when he noticed her increasingly stable aura and divine power.

"Wanwan, take some medicine."

Ye Wanqing looked at the brown liquid in the bowl, her brows furrowed slightly. The faint bitterness she smelled made her even more distraught. She waved her hand, "I'll drink it later."

Di Siheng seemed to see through Ye Wanqing's thoughts, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, "Don't worry, it won't be hard."

Ye Wanqing blushed slightly and was about to retort something, but suddenly remembered that she had known him since childhood and he had long known that she didn't like taking medicine. Even if she refuted him, it would be a case of covering up the truth.

She took the medicine from Di Siheng, drank it all, and found that it was not bitter at all, and even had a faint sweetness.

After drinking the medicine, as expected, the little bit of pent-up energy she had left disappeared instantly, and the luck and divine power of the dragon vein were all restored, even more than before.

Although Ye Wanqing's spiritual level did not improve after this incident, his mental strength, divine power and luck increased a lot, which can be regarded as a blessing in disguise.

When Ye Wanqing adjusted the divine power in her body, before she could open her eyes, she was suddenly hugged by someone, and she also felt that the hands of the person hugging her were trembling slightly.

"Wanwan, I'm worried about you."

For some unknown reason, Ye Wanqing's mind moved, and her hands responded to the hug as if possessed by a demon.

"I am fine."