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.
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