FRGNM -Chapter 186 It’s Over!

No—no, don’t!

She quickened her pace. Even after pouring all her Dou Qi into her legs, she still couldn’t outrun the waves.

“Boom!”

A colossal wave crashed forward, instantly swallowing the man before her. The woman running ahead didn’t hesitate in the slightest—she plunged headfirst into the wave, reaching out toward the sinking figure.

This time, she would never let go!

Luo Mingyu!

But her consciousness gradually faded. In the raging sea, she couldn’t breathe. It was so cold… so cold.

A red cord slowly extended from her wrist, linking itself to the wrist of the person ahead, binding them tightly together.

The two unconscious bodies pressed close, sinking together with the waves… sinking… sinking…

The cool mountain valley was refreshing, though it carried an extra chill—less of an immortal realm’s misty mystery.

Pushing aside the branches blocking her way, the woman looked ahead. Enormous boulders seemed to have fallen from the sky, completely sealing off the mountain gate and forbidding entry. Not far away stood a stone tablet with only three words engraved on it:

White Lotus Cave.

“Junior Sister, Master dotes on you deeply. He forbade you from entering White Lotus Cave because he feared you might stray onto the wrong path. Now I can’t stop you anymore—do as you wish. I only hope that when you emerge three years from now, this continent won’t have changed beyond recognition. Consider this my challenge to you, Ruoxi. If you have enough strength, defeat me.”

With a sweep of his hand, a streak of purple Dou Qi slammed into the mountain rock, leaving behind a palm print.

Yet the man didn’t enter White Lotus Cave. Instead, he turned and walked toward the distant mountain range. Though called walking, his speed surpassed running—one step, and he was already a thousand meters away.

The lamps flickered, as if they could vanish at any moment.

One lamp went out.

No matter what kind of flame was used, it couldn’t be relit. All they could do was watch it extinguish, helpless.

The second lamp went out…

Everyone’s hearts clenched as they stared in horror, hurriedly guarding the remaining lamps.

But the aura that didn’t belong to the living invaded relentlessly. No matter how many people shielded the flames, the icy wind still blew them out.

The eternal lamp beneath the couch flickered weakly. The flame grew smaller and smaller, yet there was still plenty of oil, even the wick had been adjusted—it shouldn’t have burned out so fast!

When the ninth lamp went out before their eyes, Nangong Mo clenched his fists tightly.

“This is bad—look!”

The tenth lamp wavered. Its blue flame swayed in the wind, a tiny spark that could go out at any second.

“Oh no! They still haven’t woken up, and even Island Lord Bai hasn’t returned. What do we do?” Tinghai frowned deeply, staring helplessly at the two figures within the lamp.

Under everyone’s gaze, the tenth flame trembled. Countless voices cried out, yet none could stop it.

“No! I’ll protect it with my Dou Qi. We can’t let it go out!” Ye Ningfeng thrust out his right hand, purple Dou Qi instantly enveloping the lamp, cutting off all external influence.

But the moment his qi extended, his face turned deathly pale. As if sensing the terrifying power of that other world, his entire body shook violently—yet he could do nothing.

“I’ll help!”

“So will I!”

More than a dozen people rushed forward together, channeling their Dou Qi toward the lamp. No matter what, they couldn’t let the tenth flame go out!

Hurry—hurry!

The red cord tied around their hands flashed with crimson light. No one noticed it—but the sleeping person twitched her fingers slightly.

“Huff…”

The tenth lamp went out.

At the same time, the eternal lamp beneath the couch also extinguished. Darkness swallowed the room.

“It’s over…” Xiao Wu clenched his fists. “Grandma said we mustn’t let them go out…”

In the darkness, a black figure slowly stood up. Bathed in moonlight, it looked eerie and spine-chilling.

Silver Wolf held his breath, his heart pounding wildly. “Don’t tell me… when the lamps go out, corpses transform? Oh my god—save me!”

“Waaah! Don’t scare me! I’m still a kid!” The two magical beasts capable of human form clung to each other. No matter how one looked at it, the scene was utterly ridiculous.

The standing figure twisted her neck, yawned, and waved her hand. Instantly, the extinguished candles around them reignited. The familiar woman stood barefoot on the floor, staring at everyone in confusion.

“What are you all doing? I’m not dead yet, and you’re already cursing me?”

“Huh? Mother—you’re alive!” Xiao Wu rushed over.

Bonk!

Ling Ruoxi knocked him on the head, raising an eyebrow. “Who said I was dead? I just took a nap.”

“It’s good that you’re awake. Then, Your Majesty—please save the King!” Wuque stepped forward urgently. They had waited a day and a half already. Only half a day remained—if the King wasn’t treated…

The woman standing there lowered her head slightly, sorrow flickering across her face.

“I’m sorry. I can’t save him…”

“What do you mean?” Wuque’s emotions flared. “You’re the Queen of Evil King Island! The King would go through fire and water for you—why can’t you save him?!”

She only shook her head again, sighing softly. “I’m sorry. I… can’t save him.”

“Why?!” Tinghai roared. Was their King truly beyond saving?

She knelt down, holding Luo Mingyu’s large hand against her cheek.

“Because… he’s already healed. Why would I save him?”

“Pfft—”

Everyone nearby nearly choked on their own saliva.

Xiao Wu even bit his tongue, gasping with his mouth open in disbelief.

Healed?

Luo Mingyu—already healed?!

The silver-haired figure slowly sat up, one hand running through his long hair. With sleepy eyes, he glanced at the crowd.

“When Ruoxi and I sleep together, do you all have to watch? Later, when we get down to business, are you still planning to stick around?”

“Pfft!”

Another mouthful of metaphorical blood sprayed. Who could’ve guessed that would be Luo Mingyu’s first line upon waking?

But still—awake was good. Awake was wonderful!

“Welcome back, King and Queen!”

The Seven Great Protectors knelt in unison, clasping their hands in salute.

Luo Mingyu waved casually in response.

Ling Ruoxi smiled faintly, then turned toward the corpse lying to the side—and suddenly trembled all over.

The man with blood covering his chest still lay on the white bed, a white cloth draped over him. His face was deathly pale, devoid of all color.

“King of Dongdu…”

Recalling the man she had seen in that strange space, Ling Ruoxi slowly walked over.

Qingyi shook his head helplessly. “He’s already dead, Ruoxi. Don’t blame yourself too much.”

“No!”

Frowning deeply, Ling Ruoxi pressed her fingers to the King of Dongdu’s pulse—no heartbeat. She examined his chest; the heart was already necrotic. Forcing his eyes open, there was no focus left—only icy stillness.

The King of Dongdu was not dead.

That was what she firmly believed.

Light flashed in her eyes as Ling Ruoxi said solemnly, “Qingyi, use your eyes. See where his chance at life still lies.”

“What?” Qingyi was momentarily stunned.

Ling Ruoxi continued, “Simply put—look and see where, if anywhere, there are still traces of life in his body.”

“…All right.”

Seeing her resolute gaze, Qingyi nodded heavily.

He slowly closed his eyes, raised both hands to his face, pressed his index and middle fingers together, then gently pulled them apart.

His blue eyes reappeared, focusing on the corpse.

His chest had been pierced through by the Thunderbolt Spear. There was no sign of life—surely there was nothing left to find.

“Now look again!”

Ling Ruoxi placed her right hand over the King of Dongdu’s chest. Purple Dou Qi burst forth, instantly repairing the wound.

She struck his chest forcefully. The qi spread throughout his entire body. The corpse—supported by Ling Ruoxi’s energy—began to revive.

Qingyi was stunned. He never imagined someone could be saved like this. Yet if she stopped channeling qi, the man would surely die again.

But an even more shocking scene followed.

Ling Ruoxi bit her left fingertip and smeared her blood onto the King of Dongdu’s lips. The blood seeped into his body. When she withdrew her hand, his bodily functions continued operating on their own—without the slightest pause.

“Could it be… the Five-Colored Flower?” Qingyi suddenly understood. The Five-Colored Flower had already fused with Ling Ruoxi. In other words, her blood now possessed healing properties, capable of restoring bodily functions.

But…

Opening his black eyes again, Qingyi smiled bitterly. “Even so, the King of Dongdu’s soul has already left his body. It can’t still exist.”

“You’re wrong.”

Ling Ruoxi smiled lightly, then quickly searched around—only to freeze.

“Where’s the spear?”

“Your mother took it.”

“…Oh.”

She nodded absentmindedly—then suddenly stiffened, rushing toward Qingyi and gripping his shoulders tightly.

“What did you say—my mother? She… she’s not dead?”

“Calm down. These old bones of mine can’t take your shaking. Not long after you fell unconscious, your mother emerged from the Realm of Nothingness. She arranged everything here. Otherwise, do you think we had the power to drag you all back from the gates of hell?” Qingyi said with a gentle smile.

Mother…

Her mother had come out!

Overcome with excitement, Ling Ruoxi hurriedly asked, “Then—where is she? Can I… can I see her?”