How is Mingxi doing now?

She is fine.

Excellent!

Because the light of evolution successfully appeared on Jin Yuanbao and Xiao Yinhua, she no longer needed to maintain the soul bridge and burn the power of the bond.

Actively shatter the bridge of the soul, allowing spiritual power to re-coagulate and return to the state of spiritual space.

The space visibly shrank, indicating that her mental space was severely depleted.

However, Mingxi didn't feel bad about it. After all, it was just a little mental energy loss, which was nothing compared to the evolution of Jin Yuanbao and Xiao Yinhua into god-level beings.

Besides, the mental space has simply shrunk.

The same principle applies.

Destruction precedes construction!

Is it a bad thing or a good thing?

This is a matter of opinion!

Because of the evolution of the three golden ingots, their previous earth-shattering self-destruction was no longer an issue, and the area where they were located was completely unaffected by the violent fluctuations of the heaven and earth's energy.

Mingxi would no longer need to maintain You Wuxian.

But in the end, the losses were still severe.

"Hmm."

A mouthful of black blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Good heavens, she's been backfired by You Wuqiong's physique.

Don't panic.

No problem.

It's not a big problem.

Mingxi immediately took out a potion. Previously, Florence had been researching a potion that could restore her special 'half-crippled' physique.

Later, You Wuqiong completed the rest himself, but he still didn't give up.

Then they created a constitution-enhancing potion. Mingxi is unsure whether it can repair deficiencies in constitution, as no clinical trials have been conducted.

However, according to machine testing, this medicine is beneficial and harmless to people with special physical conditions.

Mingxi downed it in one gulp.

The backlash did indeed lessen, and it even recovered at an extremely fast pace.

So Mingxi's condition is actually quite good at this time. Moreover, although the three animals have not yet completed their evolution, they have already begun to feed her back.

This level of reciprocation is stronger than ever before!

Physical fitness, physical strength, mental strength, brain development...

boom--

boom--

boom--

Her body was like a microcosm, frantically conceiving, being born, growing, dying, and being reborn again, in an endless cycle!

My body seemed to be growing rapidly, my bones were making cracking sounds, my flesh was hissing and smoking, and my skin was burning hot like a branding iron.

One by one, piece by piece, slice by slice...

It has resurfaced.

It's like one era, followed by the next.

There's a saying, "Pain, yet pleasure."

However, Mingxi's attention was not diverted; her gaze remained fixed on the three golden ingots.

The strange phenomena on the shattered continent had not yet ended.

A thunderous canopy enveloped the heavens and earth.

The angels' judgment was bathed in holy light.

The Yin-Yang Reincarnation Disc rotates and compresses.

Between heaven and earth, it was as if three suns were rising, and the morning mist naturally dissipated.

Just like the tide rising, the graffiti on the beach is naturally smoothed out.

There was no confrontation.

There was no struggle.

Only what is taken for granted... exists, and disappears.

Heaven and earth seemed to be responding.

As the strange phenomenon subsided, the three golden ingots were fully revealed.

The one on the left is Florence.

As the light of the Yin-Yang Reincarnation Disc entered its body and burst forth with the first golden light, Florence's ultimate form slowly took shape amidst the collapse of light and darkness.

His silver-gray hair grew to a length that trailed three feet on the ground, each strand condensing into liquid moonlight. The eerie blue light bands that wandered through his hair had evolved into nine soul rings that encircled his body, interlocking and rotating at different speeds, softly chanting what sounded like elegies from different eras.

The star-like drops that fell from the ends of her hair no longer dissipated, but instead blossomed into tiny red spider lilies on the ground, forming a shimmering path of souls.

A white jade mask appeared on its left cheek, with streaks of dark blue soul marks flowing across it like waves.

But the alluring flower of the soul no longer bloomed on the mask; instead, it bloomed on its face.

It seems to be directly embedded in the flesh and blood of the cheekbone, nourished by its soul and energy.

This flower appears flat from a distance, but is three-dimensional up close.

"Whoosh~"

There was the sound of flowers blooming.

The petals close up into glazed buds, and when they bloom, they gush out liquid gold.

Except for the emerald-like, icy-jade-like eye color.

Its entire eye area has a very large difference.

At this moment, those eyes seemed to hold a pool of souls burning vertically.

Deep green flames erupted from the bottom of the abyss, their tips turning deathly white. As they surged, they trailed three comet-like tongues of fire, licking the half-suspended mask and leaving behind new soul patterns.

The jade-like skin on her upper body turned translucent, and dark gray magic patterns rose from under her skin, no longer flowing passively.

Instead, it actively pulsates like a second vascular system, with the golden soul blood flowing in the patterns forming a layered texture like a divine statue with the jade texture below.

The lower body completely lost all traces of its insect-like form.

The eight appendages were no longer arthropods, but rather beast feet covered in jade scales, with golden and blue soul fire erupting from their joints.

The hoof-shaped end stepped into the air, and each step created ripples in the soul rings.

The insect's abdomen transformed into a perfectly cut piece of soul jade, which seemed to contain trillions of soul light points. Instead of colliding randomly, these points slowly revolved in the order of the Milky Way's spiral arms, with new light points being born at the intersection of the spiral arms.

Twelve soul flowers bloomed quietly on its back, slowly rotating around the calyx as an axis, shaking off a layer of light dust with each rotation.

At the very center, a three-tiered crown of phantom form is supported by golden soul threads, with an uncarved primordial soul embedded at the top.

The twelve calyxes hanging from the necklace of souls are longer than before, and the soul bells tied at the ends have transformed into twelve fist-sized spirits.

The wings evolved from two pairs to three pairs of six wings.

The wing membrane has become completely spiro-ified and is no longer translucent.

Its outline is revealed when it is fanned, and it is woven into a six-sided scroll.

There is no wind when the fan is turned, only silent blessings descend.

Emerald green light rain falls to the ground and sprouts grass, dark red light marks erode the earth and form abysses, ink gray light mist smooths the wrinkles between the brows of the dead, and ghostly blue light dust guides the lost three inches away.

The dark patterned cloak spread to her ankles, and the soul patterns burned through her skin, solidifying into anklets with two intertwined snakes.

The two ends meet, and there is a soul pearl that burns eternally.

Barefoot on the ground, no footprints are left, only a shallow pool of soul remains, reflecting the sky that does not belong to this world.

At this moment in Florence, divinity and demonic nature no longer clash, but merge into a third state of being.

The left side of his body shimmered with a pure, crystal-like light.

On the right, dark, turbid waves surged.

The two combine into a color that has never been defined, as if the original face of the soul blooms in an instant before the cycle of reincarnation and after the initial separation of chaos.

When it lowers its gaze, the twelve sepals droop.

When it looked up, all six wings folded in at the same time.

Without uttering a word, the soul patterns resonated on their own.

At the end of the unity of all spirits, there are no hymns, no curses.

Like a piece of fallen soul dust, it hatches both a white dove and a raven.

Wow!

Mingxi was amazed.

The ultimate form of Florence is beyond awesome.

It's absolutely awesome!

It possesses an indescribable mystery and sinister quality, yet this sinister quality is imbued with a vibrant life force unique to the grass element.

"It's so beautiful!"

Don't blame Mingxi for being at a loss for words; she simply couldn't find a more suitable word to describe her current state.

"Ling!"

"As!"

"..."

When the evolution phenomenon appeared, the six Lan Yue Liang were summoned by Ming Xi.

Whether it's a divine evolution phenomenon or an aura of power, it's beneficial to other pets.

Seeing the whole family of Florentine animals, some were envious, some were jealous, and some were squealing and howling...

These six tiny creatures portrayed a myriad of human beings.

Now look at the right side.

The white light surrounding Xiao Yinhua also dissipated.

"Luo!"

When the eighteenth wing of light tore through the curtain of reality, Little Silver Flower's divine status was crowned in the folds of time and space.

Light-cast wings are no longer just wings.

They extend to both sides of their backs, blocking out the sun. Their outermost four wings have completely transcended the material form, and their wing membranes have evolved from flowing galaxies into a solidified cross-section of the Milky Way.

It's as if it's permanently frozen on the wing surface, becoming a static star map.

A silver-blue halo, belonging to no dimension, seeped from the cracks in the edge of the dragon scales, as if it were the blood of the world itself.

Like the dragon's spine of a silver mountain transforming into a translucent crystal pillar.

When the light wings flap, spatial ripples transform into observable spacetime folds.

With each opening and closing of the door, the folds recede and draw closer, like the universe breathing slowly.

After its rebirth, the dragon's tail is no longer just longer and thicker than imagined.

The tail root splits into three branches from the sacrum, each branch possessing its own divine nature.

Its main tail is covered with cosmic scales, and the tip of the tail trails out a series of vortexes.

The left tail is entwined with golden patterns formed from angelic blessings, spiraling upwards like a scroll.

The scales on the right tail turn dark blue, and each one is a beautiful crystal.

When the three tails intertwine, it's as if three different time flows collide at the tips of the tails, splashing out visible spacetime crystals that bloom into fleeting crystal flowers upon landing.

The silver scales on its body surface have undergone a complete qualitative change.

The scales rise and fall, their light and shadow like the breathing of a starry sea.

The golden patterns have spread from the edges to the scales, like the sun rising over a silver sea, scattering golden dust.

From a distance, it no longer appears as a miniature of a dragon, but rather as the dragon-shaped, expanding nebula itself.

That's kind of cool.

She's kind of pretty.

And a bit arrogant.

Even the silver-gold crown on its head has changed.

The shape of the crown became more ancient and dignified.

The crown beam was crafted from two intersecting angel wing bones, with seven crystal beads embedded at the seam.

The golden gem at the top has expanded to the size of an infant's fist, and the swirling nebula inside resembles a real, observable starburst.

The birth, collapse, and formation of stars and black holes occur in a cycle that is exactly equal to a deep breath.

But that angelic halo has completely obliterated its original form.

It splits into nine irregularly spaced regular character arrays, which no longer float above the head, but instead revolve around the body at a constant speed of three revolutions per second.

As the array rotates, it leaves behind fine, silvery trails.

The trajectories intertwine to form a spacetime prison that is constantly being woven and then collapsing.

It is not nature that is imprisoned, but its causal law.

It folds its eighteen wings, coils its three tails, and places the two stars of its scepter into its palm.

When he lowered his eyes, all eighteen pairs of energy feathers around his body # Nоvеlight # bowed down at the same time, as if in worship.

When you look up, the vast space within your sight fades into a two-dimensional plane, waiting for it to give you a new view.

The little silver flower is now "more and more beautiful, more and more sacred and noble."

Mingxi exclaimed in admiration.

Angel dragons, what beautiful and magical beings they are.

Even just looking at it feels like a cleansing of the soul!

Lan Yueliang and the other two were much calmer about Xiao Yinhua, after all, in terms of bloodline alone, Xiao Yinhua, this dragon egg from ten thousand years ago, was definitely second to none.

Protected by the laws of the universe, she is the true eldest daughter of God!

Their futures are uncertain, and even Jin Yuanbao doesn't have absolute confidence in evolving into a god.

Only small silver flowers.

It will become a god-level pet sooner or later.

It's a matter of sooner or later.

So nobody bothers to be jealous of it; those who were supposed to be jealous have already been jealous.

There's nothing we can do, that's just fate!

Some fates you have to believe in, whether you like it or not!

Finally, they turned their attention to the gold ingot in the very center.

Jin Yuanbao's appearance at this moment gave off a sense of a demon god descending.

It is 15 meters long and has a wingspan of 30 meters.

It hovered in mid-air, its lead-gold body shimmering with the luster of metal and stars under the setting sun.

Each feather is like a meticulously crafted work of art, with the dark gold halo at the base as profound as the beginning of the universe, and the brilliant golden arcs at the tip of the feather pulsating with the rhythm of destruction and rebirth.

The eighteen tail chains are now over twenty meters long, swaying slowly behind the body like eighteen dragons.

The gems at the end of the chain are no longer decorations, but highly compressed lightning cores, magic cores, and wind cores.

In other words, it is something that can enhance the absorption rate, conversion rate, and capacity of the energy core.

Even if the energy core is still just an ordinary energy core, it can still deliver more than three times the power and effect.

Its head is even more majestic and imposing.

It possesses the elegance of a phoenix and the ferocity of a demon, the two blending perfectly.

On those spiraling, twisted demonic horns, dark purple and golden lightning coiled like twin snakes, and each flash of electric sparks leaping from the horn tips tore a tiny spatial rift in the void.

As the bird's beak opens and closes, tiny black holes appear and disappear endlessly.

That was its newly acquired spatial lightning devouring ability, which could directly banish anything it touched to the lightning dimension.

Although the Divine Eye is asleep, the purple-gold light at the center of its blood-red pupil is as deep as an abyss.

His left eye reflected the burning abyssal demonic flames, while his right eye burned with leaping golden lightning, as if it might open at any moment and unleash divine punishment.

The oppressive aura emanating from it is no longer just a simple aura.

Centered on it, within a radius of one kilometer, all lightning-type energies automatically submit, all flying supernatural beings are forced to land, and all demonic supernatural beings will instinctively tremble and kneel in worship.

This is god-level!

This is an extraordinary being who has mastered the rules of lightning!

It doesn't need to attack, or even demonstrate; simply hovering there quietly is enough to be the embodiment of the rules, the master of thunder, and the new pinnacle of this star field.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

When the three completed their evolution, their divine aura surged forth like a waterfall cascading from a cosmic black hole, spreading across the sky and earth.

Of course, the self-destruction continued, demonstrating just how extraordinary the power of this mechanical flesh and blood self-destruction was.

However, compared to the triple divine pressure, the remaining shockwave from the self-destruction was insignificant.

After several sonic booms, the self-destruction finally stopped, leaving only ripples of ash drifting like wandering ghosts. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Only a negligible amount of residual power remains.

The entire shattered continent stopped collapsing, and thanks to the evolution of the three Golden Ingots, the continent was spared a 'life'.

And those beast tamers and their pets.

And so he survived, even though he was in a sorry state and his life was miserable, at least he wasn't dead.

The divine pressure emanating from the three golden ingots is a crisis, but it is also an opportunity!

"Lan Yue Liang, get ready!"