"Yurou..."
Looking at her lying in the ancient coffin, Mo Wangchen could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart.
Nine hundred years of time, he did not hesitate to fall into reincarnation, just to awaken her.
And now, nine hundred years have passed, Mo Wangchen returned to the Holy Mountain, back to her side once again.
Bringing her primordial spirit, he arrived here.
"Buzz..."
Mo Wangchen did not hesitate, extending his palm, and instantly, the Dao Pattern in the palm radiated a strong light.
The next moment, Meng Yurou's primordial spirit flew out of his palm, and then gradually restored to its original size, presenting a semi-transparent state.
The primordial spirit floated, hovering above Meng Yurou's true body, and under Mo Wangchen's gaze, the two finally merged.
Mo Wangchen couldn't help but feel a little nervous. It had been nine hundred years, and if Meng Yurou still couldn't wake up at this moment, he couldn't imagine what he would feel.
