Drops of crystal tears flowed from her eyes. Lan Qingyu split the lid of the crystal coffin with one palm and crawled out of the crystal coffin. In an instant, her body, which had not moved for many years, made crackling sounds.

Lan Qingyu stretched herself and walked out of the crystal coffin. She looked at the palace, which was full of memories. She sighed as she walked, "Demon, if you knew that I had recovered my memory, would you be very happy? Before, you were worried that I would leave you like in my previous life, but demon husband, you really think too much."

Lan Qingyu walked into another door with familiarity and pushed it open.

There is only one portrait inside this door. It is her portrait, the portrait they took when they were engaged.

Lan Qingyu touched the portrait, and a powerful suction force sucked Lan Qingyu in.

After entering the portrait, what appeared in front of Lan Qingyu were the statues of the four divine beasts, and in front of these four statues there was a pool of pitch-black water.

She walked in without hesitation and sat cross-legged in the middle of the black water. Her body and the area around her dantian began to absorb the power from the dark water.

Lan Qingyu closed his eyes tightly, and the black power suddenly surged into his veins. This power flowed slowly like a mountain spring, but it made Lan Qingyu's body suddenly undergo a qualitative leap.

The Lan Qingyu of today is not the Lan Qingyu of the past. The body of the previous Lan Qingyu had been engulfed by flames when she crossed the fire bridge. The current body is the body from tens of thousands of years ago.

The body from tens of thousands of years ago was already riddled with holes and completely beyond repair, but the water from the black pool could restore the body of Lan Qingyu's previous life, the Goddess of Feathers.

Because this water is very special. It is something she stole from the old Palace Master of the Palace of Divine Secrets. It is said that just soaking in this water can heal all injuries on the body without any sequelae.

This is even more magical than the Phantom Needle.

Gradually, the black liquid in the pool became diluted a lot, because most of the power transformed from the black liquid entered Lan Qingyu's body.

Time passed quickly, and another day passed. Lan Qingyu's complexion was no longer good, and his body looked as if it was being torn apart and sawed with a hacksaw.

No one dared to endure the excruciating pain.

Lan Qingyu could still bear it at first. She bit her lips tightly, which broke and blood flowed out, but Lan Qingyu's pain was not reduced.

This kind of pain was more devastating than any pain he had ever experienced before. His face had already turned as pale as paper, and drops of sweat were dripping into the black liquid.

Um! ! !

Lan Qingyu was trying to hold back the intense pain, and intermittent moans kept emanating from her mouth.

In this way, Lan Qingyu endured the pain brought by the tearing of his body and even his soul. The pain was like a tide, one wave after another, one higher than the other, hitting Lan Qingyu's body directly.

"Ah..." Lan Qingyu finally couldn't bear the heart-wrenching pain anymore. She screamed loudly, with crystal clear tears flowing from the corners of her eyes.

Lan Qingyu sat there for several months, repeating this process over and over again. During these months, Lan Qingyu's body had already completely recovered.

Lan Qingyu now not only felt relaxed, but also felt that the black liquid was still continuously flowing into his body.

This black liquid made Lan Qingyu's tendons and veins pure, and the power around his dantian became full, and Lan Qingyu's skin became tight, like a baby's skin.

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