Looking towards the source of the disaster, the earth trembled.
In the distance, the horizon was filled with rolling dust, like a boiling grey tide, sweeping towards several villages at the edge of the forest!
Deafening roars, hisses, and stomping sounds mixed together, forming a destructive torrent, and the sky was obscured by startled flocks of birds, like moving dark clouds.
Trees fell in swathes, and dust permeated the air.
A Spirit Beast tide!
Its scale far exceeded imagination; hundreds, even thousands, of Spirit Beasts of various kinds, with blood-red eyes, were driven by an invisible whip, having lost all reason, leaving only a wild destructive instinct, frantically charging towards the unsuspecting human settlements.
Among them were many massive and ferocious Millennium Spirit Beasts.
The village Mo Yuhan saw was the first to be affected.
The crude wooden fences shattered like paper under the impact of the Spirit Beast tide's vanguard.
Burning houses, desperate cries, and the Spirit Beasts' ferocious claws and fangs flickered in and out of sight in the dust.
A scene of living hell.
Mo Yuhan's heart was filled with urgency; as a fellow human, he could not stand by and do nothing.
Phoenix Flight Step instantly activated, turning him into a blur sweeping low to the ground, rocketing towards the village.
The spirit power and Dou Qi that had just stabilized within him circulated wildly.
As he rushed to the village entrance, he witnessed a shocking scene.
In the center of the village, a young girl's figure stood like a Sea God's calming needle.
Her silver hair, flowing like moonlight and pure as first snow, danced wildly in the turbulent air, and her blue-green long dress fluttered.
She held her hands high, and between her fingers, an unprecedented, substantial, brilliant green light bloomed.
Her emerald eyes were as deep as an abyss, as if the life force of an entire forest was burning within them.
"Blue Silver Domain: Endless Growth!"
As her clear and majestic chant echoed, centered on her, countless thick, tough Blue Silver Grass vines, shimmering with a crystalline blue-green luster, burst forth from the scorched earth like awakened emerald dragons, soaring into the sky.
They were not chaotic but instantly intertwined into an immense, emerald-green giant net, covering more than half of the village area.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The furious vanguard of the Spirit Beast tide crashed violently against this resilient life net.
The giant net vibrated intensely, emitting a grating, taut sound, and countless vines were torn apart by the immense force.
But even more vines surged frantically from deep within the earth and from the surviving Blue Silver Grass clumps, repairing the giant net one after another.
The circulating life aura on the vines continuously weakened the Spirit Beasts' impact and also emitted a powerful soothing aura, attempting to calm the madness deep within their souls.
Some lower-tier, relatively weaker Spirit Beasts, upon approaching this Domain of life, showed a hint of struggle and confusion in their furious red eyes, and their charging speed noticeably slowed.
However, this life net could only obstruct and delay; it could not completely stop the powerful, deeply enraged Millennium Spirit Beasts.
Several Earth-Splitting Rhinos, massive as small mountains and covered in thick, rock-like armor, roared to the heavens with their huge horns, tearing several massive gaps in the vine net.
Their sharp horns gleamed with a cold light as they charged towards the panicked villagers.
"Stop right there!!!"
Mo Yuhan roared, like a clap of thunder.
He instantly plunged into the battlefield, and the air behind him violently twisted—
"Purple Cloud Wings!"
Magnificent deep-purple energy wings suddenly unfurled, stirring up strong air currents, lifting him instantly into the air.
From above, he locked onto an Earth-Splitting Rhino that had broken through the vine net and was lowering its horn to plow through the crowd.
"Third Spirit Ability!"
A cold light burst from his eyes, and his deep purple spirit ring glowed brightly! His right fist clenched, and the dark-gold Xuan Huang Flame, as if summoned, frantically gathered and compressed.
It was no longer gentle flowing flames but transformed into a violently churning, molten sphere with a dazzling crimson core; the terrifying high temperature warped the surrounding air.
"Crimson Crystal Furnace!"
The Purple Cloud Wings behind him flapped downwards, and he descended like a meteor from the sky.
His right fist, burning with the furnace's fire, descended with destructive power, aimed precisely at the relatively vulnerable joint between the Earth-Splitting Rhino's neck and shoulder, striking down fiercely.
Boom—!!!
Like a volcanic eruption, the dark-gold fiery fist with its molten core slammed heavily onto the Earth-Splitting Rhino's thick rock armor.
The terrifying high temperature, molten penetration, and elemental burning's dual power instantly erupted; the hard rock armor emitted a piercing shriek, melting and vaporizing at a visible rate.
Wild molten fire currents surged madly into the Earth-Splitting Rhino's body.
"Ow—!!!"
The Earth-Splitting Rhino let out an earth-shattering wail, its massive body staggering violently sideways, its horn narrowly missing the crowd.
It struggled painfully, as if magma flowed within it, and its movements instantly became sluggish.
Mo Yuhan, having succeeded with one strike, did not linger.
The Purple Cloud Wings vibrated again, like purple lightning, as he lunged at another Spirit Beast that had breached the defense line.
The terrifying explosive power of Crimson Crystal Furnace was displayed to its fullest in his hands; each strike precisely hit the Spirit Beasts' vital points or joints, not aiming for an instant kill.
He only sought to block, repel, and create chaos to the greatest extent, buying time for the mysterious girl's vine net to recover and re-restrain.
In the sky, purple wings fluttered, and molten fiery fists roared and exploded.
On the ground, silver hair danced, and the emerald vine net remained resilient and unyielding.
Though the two had not spoken, they cooperated flawlessly.
Mo Yuhan's explosive attacks were like the sharpest spear, precisely tearing through the fiercest vanguard of the Spirit Beast tide, repelling or severely injuring the most threatening individuals.
And the girl's life net was like the most resilient shield, extensively slowing, dispersing, and soothing the impact of the Spirit Beast tide, protecting the frightened villagers.
Her Domain also continuously emitted a soft green light, sprinkling like fine rain onto the injured villagers, stabilizing their wounds and dispelling their fear.
This sudden catastrophe, under their unsparing, full-power protection, finally gradually subsided.
The subsequent Spirit Beast groups, under Ah Yin's continuous soothing life Domain, had their wildness reduced, were attracted by something further away, and bypassed this village protected by resilient Blue Silver Grass and scorching Xuan Huang Flame.
Leaving behind only a more devastated ruin, shaken villagers, and injured Spirit Beasts and humans scattered everywhere.
When the last Spirit Beast's roar disappeared deep in the forest, Mo Yuhan's Purple Cloud Wings slowly retracted, and he landed on the ground, breathing slightly, his face somewhat pale; continuously activating his Third Spirit Ability was a huge drain on him, having just broken through.
Ah Yin also lowered her raised hands, and the emerald giant net enveloping the village slowly dissipated; her figure swayed slightly, and her silver hair, as pure as moonlight, seemed to have dimmed a bit, her emerald eyes filled with exhaustion.
Their gazes met in the air.
There were no words, only deep fatigue, and an unspoken trust and understanding forged after fighting side by side through bloodshed.
Looking at the tragic ruins before them, seeing the villagers' faces, which showed not only the relief of surviving a disaster but also a deeper despair.
Mo Yuhan took a deep breath, suppressing his body's fatigue, and his voice rang out steadily: "Everyone, don't be afraid! The Spirit Beast tide has retreated! As long as we're alive, there's hope! Clear the ruins, treat the injured, and rebuild our homes!"
His young voice seemed to carry a calming power.
The villagers' blank gazes gradually focused, looking at the young man who had descended from the sky like a war god, protecting them, and the silver-haired woman who had shielded them like a forest goddess
At the same time, Mo Yuhan sharply turned his head, his gaze like lightning shooting towards the low wall.
The lingering glow of the sunset seemed to particularly favor that corner, casting a soft golden edge around the young woman.
This mysterious woman, a woman who seemed to gather all the spiritual essence and vitality of the entire forest within herself.
She wore a long dress of an extremely simple style, yet tailored to fit her perfectly.
The color of the dress was not pure blue or green, but a hue in between, an incredibly soft and natural color, like the color of new leaves reflected in the clearest stream deep within the forest in early spring.
The fabric was soft, gently fluttering with the breeze, outlining her tall and graceful figure. Her waist was so slender it seemed one could not grasp it with a hand, like a bamboo in the forest, yet it contained a sense of resilient strength.
Beneath the hem of her skirt, a small section of her slender, fair ankles was revealed, her bare feet treading on the rough stone wall and the thriving Blue Silver Grass, yet it appeared incredibly harmonious and natural, as if she was meant to grow from the earth itself.
Looking up, Mo Yuhan's heart felt as if it had been gently squeezed by an invisible hand.
What made it impossible to look away was her waist-length silver hair.
It was a pure and pristine silver, like flowing moonlight, or like the first snow of deep winter.
There were no gold, silver, or pearl ornaments in her hair, only a few perfectly shaped Blue Silver Grass leaves tucked into her temples. Against the backdrop of her silver waterfall-like hair, the veins within the leaves shimmered with tiny blue-green light points, as if stars were hidden within the moonlight.
Her skin was delicate and fair, like high-quality mutton-fat jade, exuding a warm luster.
At this moment, a pair of captivating eyes looked beyond the chaotic battlefield, past the Iron Arm Bear that was tightly bound by Blue Silver Grass and roaring in futile struggle, gently and firmly protecting the trembling father and daughter.
The woman lightly leaped down from the low wall.
Walking to Mo Yuhan's side, her voice was like a clear spring, carrying a comforting power: "A home destroyed can be rebuilt. Wounds will heal, and life will continue. Let us… begin together."
She knelt down, soft green light flowing from her fingertips, gently sweeping through the air, reaching the wound of an elderly man who had a broken leg and was groaning in pain.
Under the green light, the gruesome wound stopped bleeding and contracted at a visible speed, and the old man's groans gradually subsided.
Only then did she slightly raise her head, her gaze finally turning to Mo Yuhan, who stood not far away with an imposing aura.
Her eyes were as calm as water, containing only the purest innocence. She looked at Mo Yuhan, and a faint, faint smile, like a breeze rippling over a lake, seemed to spread on her lips.
"My name is Ah Yin."
She spoke, her voice still as clear and serene as the morning breeze in the forest.
Her emerald eyes were crystal clear.
Mo Yuhan's dark golden flame armor slowly receded like a tide, transforming back into docile spirit power and flowing back into his body.
Ah Yin...
This name was like a stone dropped into the lake of his heart, creating ripples in Mo Yuhan's mind and instantly overlapping with a tragic character from a fleeting glimpse deep within his memories.
The 100,000-year Blue Silver Emperor transforming into human form.
Ah Yin, who was gentle as water in the original story, but ultimately sacrificed herself for Tang Hao and perished.
Was the future of this Ah Yin, as pure as a newly sprouted green leaf, destined to lead to that tragic sacrifice?
Was she destined to become the never-healing scar in Tang Hao's heart, and the fuse for countless future upheavals and tragedies on the Douluo Continent?
No.
Since he had encountered her, he would not let this tragedy happen again.
This thought arose in Mo Yuhan's mind.
Since fate had allowed him to meet her here, before any tragedy had begun, before Tang Hao had entered her life.
He wanted to change all of this; he wanted to lead this pure leaf of the forest away from that predetermined vortex of blood and destruction.
"Thank you, Sister Ah Yin, for your help."
Mo Yuhan stopped a few steps in front of Ah Yin, a perfectly appropriate smile on his face, his eyes clear and open, showing no sign of the turbulent waves in his heart.
"My name is Mo Yuhan."
He nodded slightly in greeting.
Ah Yin watched him approach, her expression showing little change, but the look of inquiry in her emerald eyes seemed to deepen.
She gently shook her head, her voice still flowing like a clear spring: "On the contrary, I should thank you for being willing to spare its life."
"Natural disasters and beast calamities are beyond human prediction."
Mo Yuhan followed her words, acknowledging that the conflict between humans and Spirit Beasts was not entirely irreconcilable.
However, it was a long and arduous journey.
His tone carried a hint of solemnity, then he changed the subject, looking frankly into Ah Yin's eyes, which seemed to reflect the human heart, "However, the power you just displayed, Sister Ah Yin… is very unique. Those Blue Silver Grass, it seems, cannot be controlled by ordinary plant-type Spirits."
He appropriately revealed a hint of curiosity and doubt, which was an instinctive reaction of a powerful Spirit Master to another strange power.
Ah Yin was silent for a moment.
Deep within her emerald eyes, those tiny green light points seemed to flow a little faster.
Although she had only recently transformed into human form, she was not ignorant of the world.
"They… are my friends."
She finally said softly, raising her hand and gently stroking a Blue Silver Grass leaf that had stubbornly grown in a crack in the ruins beside her.
As she touched it, the small plant seemed to be infused with extra vitality, the veins on its leaves instantly lighting up with a soft blue-green glow, gently swaying and responding to her touch.
"I can perceive them and communicate with them. All the plants and trees in this forest are my friends."
Her tone was very natural, carrying a pure sense of closeness and trust, as if she were speaking of something utterly commonplace.
Mo Yuhan understood.
This was not a lie, but her innate, natural control over plants, especially Blue Silver Grass, as a 100,000-year Blue Silver Emperor in human form, as natural as breathing.
She was carefully using words like "friends" and "communicate" to explain her non-human ability to a "human."
"So that's it!"
Mo Yuhan's face showed appropriate astonishment and realization, "To be able to communicate with plants, Sister Ah Yin's talent is truly astonishing, no wonder those Blue Silver Grass are so resilient and agile."
He paused, his tone becoming more sincere, "However, Sister Ah Yin doesn't seem to be a villager from this place. Although the edge of the Star Dou Forest is rich in resources, Spirit Beasts often appear, and dangers lurk everywhere. It's not easy for you alone. What are your plans next, I wonder?"
Ah Yin's gaze once again swept over the villagers who were supporting each other and weeping, rummaging through the ruins for their remaining belongings, and her eyes showed even greater compassion.
She sighed softly: "I originally intended to continue my journey, traveling far and wide. But now…"
She looked at a mother and daughter, one with a broken leg, simply bandaged by her companion but still groaning in pain, and her brows furrowed slightly, "They need help."
Mo Yuhan's heart stirred; an opportunity had arrived.
He immediately took a step forward, his tone earnest and full of responsibility: "Sister Ah Yin has a compassionate heart, and I also have some medical knowledge. How about we work together to handle the aftermath?"
Ah Yin looked at the young man in front of her, whose height only reached her chin, and her emerald eyes seemed to want to see through his soul.
The lingering glow of the sunset danced on her long eyelashes.
After a moment, she gently nodded, and a faint but genuine smile finally bloomed on her lips, like the first small flower blossoming after the initial melting of ice and snow.
"Good."
She only said one word, her voice carrying a faint warmth.
Night fell, the crescent moon like a hook, its cold light barely penetrating the sparse clouds, scattering over the ravaged scorched earth at the edge of the Star Dou Great Forest.
The daytime clamor had faded, leaving only the dark shadows cast by broken walls and ruins under the moonlight.
The villagers were temporarily settled with the help of Mo Yuhan and Ah Yin.
Several bonfires crackled, their dancing flames dispelling some of the chill and fear, and also reflecting the lingering panic on the faces of the people gathered around.
Ah Yin, like a tranquil stream flowing in the night, moved between the bonfires and the crowd.
Blue-green light points swirling around her fingertips, like living Spirits, gently permeated the skin of the injured.
She needed no words, no complex movements.
The life energy flowing from her fingertips seemed to possess a magical power to soothe pain and calm souls.
The villagers' gazes towards her were filled with gratitude, as if they were looking at a forest fairy who had descended to the mortal world to save them from suffering.
Mo Yuhan, meanwhile, was busy on the other side of the bonfire.
He deftly crushed several herbs in a mortar, mixing them with clean stream water to concoct a bitter-smelling ointment, helping to treat the injured one by one.
When he finished treating the last injured person and straightened up, fine beads of sweat had seeped from Mo Yuhan's forehead.
He subconsciously raised a hand to wipe it, but his gaze involuntarily skipped over the dancing bonfire and landed on the opposite side.
Ah Yin also seemed to have just finished her "treatment."
She was sitting on a relatively clean large stone, her head slightly bowed, her hands cradling a Blue Silver Grass leaf she had found somewhere, its edges somewhat scorched.
Her fingertips gently stroked the charred edge of the leaf, her emerald eyes watching intently, the blue-green light points swirling around her fingertips gently enveloping the leaf.
In Mo Yuhan's perception, the faint life energy within that leaf was being nourished and awakened by that soft life force at an extremely slow but real speed.
Moonlight fell upon her, casting a cool silver glow on her dark hair and blue-green dress.
The warm light of the bonfire danced on her delicate profile, outlining a soft and sacred silhouette.
At this moment, she was as quiet as an ancient plant quietly unfurling its branches and leaves under the moonlight, exuding a tranquility and vitality that seemed out of place with this scarred land.
Something soft in Mo Yuhan's heart was gently touched. He picked up his water skin, walked to a spot not far from Ah Yin, and sat down, not getting too close, maintaining a polite distance
Mo Yuhan moved closer to Ah Yin, watching her use the life energy from her fingertips to warm and nourish the charred leaf, as if it were an extremely important matter.
Silence enveloped the two of them, broken only by the crackling of the bonfire and the suppressed murmurs of villagers dreaming in the distance.
"You…"
Mo Yuhan deliberated before speaking, breaking the quiet.
He pointed to the leaf in Ah Yin's hand, "You seem to have a deep affection for them?"
Ah Yin's fingertips, caressing the leaf, paused slightly.
She looked up, gazing at the flickering light of the bonfire, the dancing flames reflected in her emerald eyes, yet she seemed to be looking at something much farther away.
"Plants are silent, yet they bear the marks of time, recording the cycle of life."
Her voice was soft, as if she were talking to herself, yet also answering Mo Yuhan, "Every leaf, every vine, has felt the warmth of the sun, the nourishment of rain, and has also endured the invasion of wind and frost, the scorching of fire."
"They cannot speak, but their very existence is the oldest and truest memory of this forest."
Her fingertips once again brushed over the charred edge of the leaf, her voice imbued with an almost reverent tenderness, "Seeing them hurt is like… seeing a familiar friend in pain."
These words, spoken by a "human" girl, carried a sense of age and profundity beyond her years.
Mo Yuhan understood; this was clearly the Blue Silver Emperor's most fundamental insight into plant life from her long existence.
He listened quietly, not interrupting.
After Ah Yin finished speaking, he asked, "Sister Ah Yin, do you have a goal traveling the World alone? Or… are you just here to see all the scenery of this World?"
"A goal… perhaps."
Her voice carried a hint of ethereal uncertainty, "I want to travel to every corner of this continent. High mountains, vast marshes, bustling capitals, tranquil villages… I want to see different scenery, meet different people, and feel the most authentic aura of this land."
Her gaze became distant, as if piercing through the firelight before her, seeing the distant horizon, "I want to know… what the human World is truly like. Their joys, sorrows, loves, and hates… why are they so different from us?"
Her words were almost completely unmasked, so pure, no wonder Tang Hao was able to deceive her.
"Feel the authentic aura…"
Mo Yuhan repeated softly, nodding, "That goal sounds captivating."
"Sister Ah Yin, can I come with you?"
…
The night wind blew, carrying the smell of char from the ruins and the coolness of the forest. The following days seemed to be played in slow motion.
Mo Yuhan and Ah Yin temporarily stayed in the heavily damaged village, becoming the core strength supporting the villagers in rebuilding their homes.
A peculiar rapport also developed between the two during their daily work and mutual assistance.
When Mo Yuhan was carrying heavy objects, Ah Yin would subtly allow nearby tough vines to quietly wrap around them, helping him share the burden.
When Ah Yin focused on stimulating growth in a severely damaged forest area, Mo Yuhan would instinctively stand guard nearby, wary of any dangerous small beasts that might appear.
By the bonfire at night, Mo Yuhan would continue to recount strange tales he had "heard" from various parts of the continent, often including criticisms of the overbearing actions of certain powerful forces, especially the Clear Sky Sect.
And Ah Yin, during Mo Yuhan's storytelling, would gently pluck at the Blue Silver Grass beside her with her slender fingers, letting them sway softly with the night breeze, making a rustling sound, as if in response, or as if in contemplation.
The vines of trust quietly grew and intertwined in silence.
One day, after Mo Yuhan finished processing a batch of newly collected timber, he walked to the small stream by the village to wash the sawdust and sweat from his hands.
The stream water was crystal clear, shimmering in the sunlight.
Mo Yuhan scooped up a handful of cool stream water and splashed it on his face, feeling refreshed.
Looking up, he saw Ah Yin standing not far from the opposite bank of the stream, her head slightly tilted back, gazing at an ancient tree by the stream that had survived the beast attack and was covered in tiny white flowers.
Her silhouette appeared exceptionally serene under the dappled tree shadows.
Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the branches, dancing on her blue-green dress and dark hair, bathing her in a soft halo of light.
A few white petals were carried by the breeze, twirling gently down onto her hair and shoulders.
She did not brush them away, but simply stood quietly, her emerald eyes fixed on the tree full of blossoms, her gaze distant, as if seeing something deeper through the blooming flowers.
Mo Yuhan's heart stirred; he did not disturb her, but merely lightened his footsteps, stopping not far from her, and also looked up at the flowering ancient tree.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?"
Ah Yin did not turn her head, her voice as soft as a dream, carrying a trace of imperceptible sadness, "Even after enduring storms and fire, as long as its roots are deep in the earth, as long as life has not been completely extinguished, when the season for blooming arrives, it will still try its best to produce its own flowers."
She reached out and caught a falling petal, the blue-green light points on her fingertips gently enveloping it, making the petal appear even whiter and more crystalline in her palm.
"Every flower is the gentlest praise of life, and the most stubborn declaration to a cruel World."
Mo Yuhan looked at the small white flower in her palm, feeling the profound understanding of life and gentle resilience in her words, and a complex emotion welled up in his heart.
Such an Ah Yin, as beautiful as an untainted elf in this forest, should not have such a sacrificial ending.
"Yes," Mo Yuhan softly echoed, his gaze shifting from the flowers to Ah Yin's serene profile, "The power of life is always unimaginably tenacious. Just like this village, after such a disaster, haven't everyone risen up little by little?"
Ah Yin turned her head and looked at Mo Yuhan.
Sunlight spilled onto her face, her emerald eyes like lit gems, so clear they could reflect one's soul.
She looked at the sincere expression on Mo Yuhan's face, at the undisguised admiration and… a complex emotion that she couldn't fully decipher yet, tinged with protectiveness, in his eyes. A faint but incredibly real smile slowly bloomed on her lips, like ripples expanding in a stream.
"Just call me Ah Yin."
Her voice was very soft, yet carried an undeniable intimacy, "These days, it's also thanks to you, Xiao Han."
Mo Yuhan's heart trembled, immense joy almost instantly flooding him.
She allowed him to call her by her given name; this was an extremely important signal, meaning she had already let down her guard and regarded him as someone with whom she could communicate equally, or even intimately.
He suppressed the excitement in his heart, a sunny, brilliant smile spreading across his face, and nodded vigorously: "Understood! Ah Yin!"
This call was natural and intimate.
Ah Yin's smile deepened, as if ice and snow had completely melted, and spring had returned to the land.
The horn of reconstruction had long since sounded.
Mo Yuhan fully utilized the alternative use of his Crimson Crystal Furnace.
Facing heavy, twisted metal components from collapsed houses (such as door hinges, remnants of farm tools), he no longer needed to spend time and effort hammering them.
Dark golden flames rose from his palm, and the terrifying high temperature of the Crimson Crystal Furnace was precisely controlled by him, transforming into an invisible refining blade.
The twisted iron bars quickly softened under the high temperature and were easily straightened by him.
Broken plowshares were melted into molten iron, then reshaped into usable forms under the molding of his Battle Qi.
He even tried throwing some hard stones into the edge of the furnace to calcine them, then hammered them with Battle Qi to create simple, fire-resistant stone bricks.
He was like a tireless furnace craftsman, using fire and strength to forcefully carve out a source of materials for reconstruction from the ruins.
Ah Yin, on the other hand, became a source of life and hope.
Her Blue Silver Grass Domain was no longer used for defense, but fully activated for "growth" and "repair."
She walked on the scorched earth, and wherever she went, in the trampled and burned fields, tenacious new shoots broke through the soil, growing branches and leaves at an astonishing speed. In a few days, tender green seedlings could be seen standing stubbornly.
She guided the tough Blue Silver Grass vines, like the most skilled craftsmen, to wrap around the metal frames and stone bricks melted by Mo Yuhan, constantly reinforcing and connecting them, forming the bones of the houses.
She could even stimulate the rapid growth of some hardwood tree species, providing much-needed beams and timber for reconstruction.
The two cooperated more and more seamlessly.
Mo Yuhan would melt out rough blanks, and Ah Yin would use flexible vines to fix and shape them.
If the timber Ah Yin stimulated needed processing, Mo Yuhan would use Xuan Huang Flame to precisely dry and char the surface to enhance durability.
When a crucial support pillar needed to be built, Mo Yuhan even came up with a bold idea: he first used the Crimson Crystal Furnace to melt a pile of crushed stones into a semi-molten lava state, and Ah Yin immediately guided countless fine Blue Silver Grass roots into it.
The scorching lava quickly cooled and solidified, and those vibrant Blue Silver Grass roots were permanently sealed inside the stone pillar, like a natural rebar network, making the stone pillar incredibly sturdy.
The villagers were deeply shaken by this miraculous method of reconstruction and were filled with enthusiasm.
Under Mo Yuhan's direction and Ah Yin's assistance, new, sturdier houses rose from the ruins at a visible pace.
The burned fields regained vitality, and the injured people quickly recovered under Ah Yin's continuous nourishment of life energy.
When the first new house, composed of "lava stone pillars" with embedded Blue Silver Grass veins and "vine-reinforced stone walls," was completed, the entire village erupted in cheers of survival.
The villagers looked at Mo Yuhan and Ah Yin, standing side by side in front of the new house, still bearing the marks of reconstruction, their eyes filled with genuine gratitude and awe.
Mo Yuhan looked at Ah Yin beside him; her silver hair flowed with a soft luster in the sunlight, and her emerald eyes reflected the reborn village, showing a hint of fatigue, but more so, a light of contentment.
He reached out and gently took Ah Yin's wrist.
"Ah Yin."
His voice carried a trace of imperceptible hoarseness, yet it was incredibly firm, "Look, a new home has been built."
Ah Yin felt the warmth from her wrist, and her emerald eyes curved slightly, like a gentle smile carrying the entire forest.
She gently squeezed his wrist back, her gaze falling on the brand new village, and softly responded:
"Yes, a new home."
She looked at Mo Yuhan, a gentle light flowing in her emerald eyes, as if she had made a decision.
"You asked me about my goal before…" Ah Yin's gaze returned to the ancient flowering tree, her voice carrying a distant longing, "I want to travel to every corner of the continent. But this path is long, very lonely, and full of unknown… risks."
Her gaze turned back to Mo Yuhan's face, with a hint of inquiry and invitation, "What… are your plans next