Chapter 758: Heaven’s Chosen Female
Time completely lost its meaning inside the Sacred Pond. Surrounded by the dense, ethereal mist and the endless swirl of ancient energy, neither of them knew how many hours or days had slipped past.
It felt as though time itself had frozen, leaving only the two of them suspended in a world of quiet water and lingering warmth.
After what felt like an eternity, the violent waves of pain inside Su Qinglan’s body finally began to recede into a soft, dull ache.
She leaned limply against An Mo’s chest, her body completely drained of all strength. Unable to keep her heavy eyelids open any longer, she slowly closed her eyes, letting her head rest against his heart.
An Mo looked down at her pale, exhausted face with endless devotion. He reached out his hand, gently sweeping the damp strands of hair away from her forehead and tucking them tenderly behind her ear.
Leaning down, he pressed a soft, lingering kiss right between her brows.
The moment his lips touched her skin, a brilliant, golden light suddenly flared beneath her forehead!
An Mo’s golden eyes widened in complete shock.
Right before his eyes, a radiant mark...the divine symbol of absolute authority and lineage of the Heavenly God State began to slowly materialize upon her forehead.
A look of pure delight exploded across An Mo’s handsome face.
The Sacred Pond had fully accepted her!
Without losing another second, An Mo carefully gathered Su Qinglan into his arms, lifting her heavy, exhausted body out of the water.
Walking barefoot across the cool, smooth stones, he stepped out of the Sacred Pond and onto the soft, velvet moss of the quiet forest.
He carried her steadily towards a small, elegant pavilion built directly adjacent to the sacred grounds. Stepping inside, he gently laid her down onto the plush, soft bed in the center of the room.
As her head hit the soft pillows, Su Qinglan’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.
The golden mark on her forehead flared with a warm light once more, finishing its final transformation into her skin.
An Mo leaned down, placing his hands on either side of her head.
A light, breathless chuckle escaped his lips as he whispered softly against her ear, "Congratulations, my love... the true future mistress of the Heavenly God State."
Su Qinglan shifted uncomfortably, letting out a soft, incoherent mumble.
In her half-conscious state, she looked as though she were trying to curse him for putting her through so much agonizing pain. Her weak hand came up, swatting at his chest and feebly pushing him away as if he were a persistent fly.
An Mo only laughed quietly, his heart overflowing with intense, overwhelming happiness. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, nuzzling her soft skin affectionately.
She was his.
The Sacred Pond had acknowledged her, and now, no one in the Upper Domain...not even the heavens themselves could ever question her status or tear them apart.
She was the undisputed female master of his heart and his realm.
Suddenly, Su Qinglan’s fingers weakly tugged at his wet robes, her face twisting in discomfort.
"So uncomfortable... it hurts..." she mumbled weakly, her voice raspy. She blindly pulled at her own soaked clothes and his robes, shifting restlessly on the bed.
An Mo immediately sat up and touched her cheek. It was burning hot! Her skin was flushed with an intense, lingering heat left behind by the divine baptism of the pond.
Remembering the final stage of the Sacred Pond’s integration, An Mo’s eyes darkened slightly.
He quickly fetched a soft, dry cloth and began gently wiping the excess moisture from her face, her slender neck, and her hands.
However, as he worked, his hand lingered near the neck of her white robe.
The fabric was soaked to her core, clinging completely to her skin and highlighting every soft curve of her delicate body.
The translucent cloth left very little to the imagination, making his gaze tremble violently as a sudden wave of heat surged straight to his chest.
His throat bobbed heavily.
Just as his breath caught, Su Qinglan’s eyelashes fluttered. Her glossy, feverish eyes opened slightly, staring up at him in a hazy daze.
"An Mo... it hurts..." she murmured once more, her weak arms reaching up to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to her hot skin.
An Mo’s heart throbbed violently against his ribs. He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss against the faint tear trace lingering at the corner of her eye.
"Lanlan..." he whispered, his voice deep, raspy, and thick with restraint. "It won’t hurt much longer, I promise."
Slowly, his long, slender fingers moved to the damp knot at her waist.
With steady, gentle movements, he untied the sash, carefully peeling the cold, wet robe away from her burning body to bring her the sweet relief she sought.
As An Mo slowly peeled the soaked, translucent white robe away from Su Qinglan’s feverish skin, she let out a soft, breathless sigh.
The lingering heat from the divine baptism pulsed through her veins, making her sensitive body arch instinctively towards his solid frame.
Like a seeking kitten, she tried to curl herself entirely against his comforting warmth, her delicate hands weakly clutching at his shoulders.
An Mo’s golden eyes darkened into a shade of deep, molten amber.
Because they had only been wearing loose white robes into the Sacred Pond, removing the single layer left her completely bare before him. Her supple, flushed body glowed under the warm light of the pavilion, her skin soft, smooth, and burning with a feverish radiant hue.
Seeing her like this sent an electric shock straight through An Mo’s chest. He leaned down, burying his face into her neck, breathing in the sweet, intoxicating scent of her floral scent mingled with the lingering divine energy of the pond.
When her hot, feverish body rubbed against his broad, rock-hard chest,
An Mo let out a low, deep growl of pure pleasure. His powerful arms wrapped tightly around her soft, slender waist, pulling her impossibly closer until there was not a single speck of air left between them.
"Lanlan..." he rasped, his voice rough and heavy with unrestrained desire.
Senselessly seeking relief from the intense heat coursing through her bloodline, Su Qinglan tilted her head back. Her lips found the hard, pulsing vein running along his neck. She pressed a soft, hot kiss right against it, making An Mo’s whole body go rigid with tension.
"Please, An Mo... it hurts..." she whispered against his skin, her voice raspy, desperate, and sweet.