Soul Land V: Rebirth of Tang San

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She had never seen a man's body up close from her childhood to this day! Now, with it so near at hand, although the charred smell masked Tang San's natural male scent, as more and more skin was revealed, she couldn't help but blush deeply.

She proceeded to peel off the blackened shell down to his waist, then hesitated. What should she do? After a moment's thought, she resumed from his feet, working her way up from his instep, peeling off the charred outer layer bit by bit, past his calves, knees, and up to his thighs.

Her breathing became rapid without her realizing, and with her eyes closed, she continued to peel the charred shell upwards with just her little hands, stopping only when she neared the upper part of his thighs. She then, somewhat panicked, pulled a blanket nearby to cover him.

"You, you.... You can take care of the rest yourself," she said, feeling his steady heartbeat and his even breath, before she calmed her own breathing.

Fetching a broom to sweep away the charred pieces that had flaked off and disposing of them, she then returned to his side. Once again grasping his wrist, she felt for changes in the blood flow within his body.

The Pretty Girl's Sea of Spirit had already transformed into a sea of divine consciousness, which made her senses considerably sharper. She noticed that although the pulsations of Tang San's blood were faint, they were incredibly stable, and his life force was exuberantly vigorous. What was even more extraordinary was that there seemed to be a special energy being continuously born within his body. His skin, originally tender and new, had now largely returned to normal. If one looked closely, one could even see a faint golden halo flowing beneath the surface of his skin.

His body truly was powerful! He had managed to endure the ravaging thunder. He was truly formidable. He always seemed to turn danger into safety, and as long as she was with him, it seemed he could arrange everything perfectly, so perfectly. Even in the face of great danger, he always found a way to get through.

Though he appeared still quite weak, holding his wrist gave the Pretty Girl a particularly tranquil feeling, a sensation she greatly enjoyed. Perhaps, the greatest gift a man could offer a woman was to make her feel secure.

Assured that Tang San was out of danger, the Pretty Girl's mood relaxed somewhat, and she turned inward to observe her own condition, silently experiencing the changes within.

After surviving such a formidable Six Harmonies and Eight Desolate Golden Devastation Tribulation, her entire being had undergone a complete metamorphosis. Post lightning tribulation, the changes her body had experienced were so colossal that even she found them almost unbelievable.

With the Sea of Spirit thoroughly transformed, her current sea of divine consciousness felt vast and boundless. It seemed as though a galaxy had emerged within her brain, its myriad stars swirling around.

Among these many stars, a longsword emanating a red glow proudly hung suspended, and though the cosmic expanse of the sea of divine consciousness should have been limitless, its presence created a center for it.

With just a slight thought, the Pretty Girl could clearly feel her consciousness expanding far and wide, instantly covering vast distances. All the space elements within her reach seemed to flow naturally toward her body in response to her awareness, as if she didn't need to intentionally cultivate for her cultivation base to naturally and continuously rise.

The strength of her body had also increased significantly. What were once two distinctly separate bloodlines now seemed to have merged to some extent. In every little movement, it felt as though she could set the rules for her surroundings. This sensation was very peculiar but also incredibly smooth; everything appeared to be falling naturally into place.

Moreover, she felt that her body was still evolving constantly, with much of the lightning tribulation's power lingering within her, incessantly altering her physique, pushing her evolution forward.

She also noticed that her stature seemed to have grown taller, her hair having turned completely black. Even when she invoked the power of her bloodline, it remained black. After the tribulation, her human bloodline had assumed absolute dominance, with Peacock Transformation and White Tiger Transformation seeming to have become merely abilities.

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His body and bloodline power had undoubtedly become much stronger, but Pretty Girl could still be certain that the greatest change and enhancement had been in the Sea of Divine Consciousness.

After the Asura God's Sword devoured the Holy Flame Knife, the sword beam was substantially strengthened. She could even faintly sense that somewhere far away, the true body of the Asura God's Sword was approaching her at an astonishing speed. Although she was not clear how much longer it would take for the Asura God's Sword to truly arrive, she was certain that the stronger her divine consciousness, the sooner she would be able to see it.

The Heavenly Mechanism Feather quite obediently lay in the Sea of Spirit, settled in a tiny corner, looking somewhat pitiful. In the presence of the powerful aura of the Asura God's Sword, it now seemed like a little wife suffering grievances.

Pretty Girl vaguely understood that her current dominance of the Human Bloodline over the Peacock Transformation or White Tiger Transformation was greatly related to her decision to merge with the Intention of Asura Divine Sword and make it her Lifebound Divine Artifact. Without a doubt, the Asura God's Sword was the most powerful divine tool she had ever encountered.

Even she herself didn't know to what extent her strength had reached after the Tribulation.

Thinking of strength, she naturally thought of the most important thing to her. She quietly stood up and walked out of Tang San's room.

Su Qin was waiting outside. Seeing her come out, she spoke softly to comfort her, "Don't worry too much, his vital signs are still there; now we just wait for his gradual recovery."

Pretty Girl said, "He will be fine. By the way, Mom, how long was I unconscious? When will the ceremony be held?"

Su Qin replied, "Don't rush, after you came back, your father announced that the patriarch passing-down ceremony would be postponed for five days. This was originally not very favorable for you, but your father said, since you could withstand such a heavenly tribulation, then nothing could stop you. He was extremely excited that day and kept talking about something unprecedented. That day scared me to death; watching those terrifying clouds of tribulation from the seaside was really..."

Pretty Girl glanced back at Tang San's room and said softly, "Luckily, he was there. If it weren't for him, I fear I might have already... Since the ceremony won't be held for now, I will stay here with him and take care of him until he gets better. Ask someone to bring me some warm water; I want to wipe his body."

Su Qin opened her mouth as if to say something but ultimately didn't. Indeed, without Tang San, her daughter wouldn't have successfully overcome the tribulation. Even though seeing his injuries made Su Qin not very optimistic, she still nodded and went to arrange it herself.

Pretty Girl went back into Tang San's room, pulled a chair beside the bed, and sat there silently watching him.

After the charred outer layer had fallen off, Tang San's complexion surprisingly didn't look too bad as his skin recovered. Although his bloodline aura was still weak, he didn't look like someone who was in trouble at all.

By this time, Tang San had indeed come to. In fact, he had been awake for a while, even before Pretty Girl arrived.

That day, when he was hit by the Heaven Earth Tribulation, while the Heavenly Circle resolved most of the impact, with the might of the Asura God's Sword, he had managed to carve out a path. Nevertheless, a massive amount of the power from the lightning tribulation had descended upon him.

At that time, Tang San's brain had already gone blank, but his divine consciousness was providing protection, the projection of the Sea God's Trident shielded his Sea of Spirit, and the Seven-Colored Heavenly Flame Liquid and the Time-space marker also played a significant role, slowing the descent of the thunder, allowing a portion of it to be discharged into the sea and dissipated.