Beneath the Spirit Stone Vein.
In the black coffin, a woman, unclothed, suddenly opened her eyes at this moment, as if she were called upon.
Within her green pupils, a Qinglian seemed to bloom, unsettling with a hint of demoniac charm.
The woman extended her lotus-like arm, examining it before her eyes, her expression somewhat puzzled.
Her movements were exceedingly slow, and she seemed to struggle as she sat up from the coffin. Her gaze lowered, she looked at her naked body, her green eyes full of bewilderment.
The coiled green snake nearby sensed something, its eyes suddenly snapping open with a flash of elation in its pupils.
"So many years have passed."
The voice was that of a woman's, crisp as an oriole's, yet also laden with the gravitas and profundity wrought by time.
"Though it has been lengthy, the one soul and three spirits are finally complete." After saying this, the green snake's massive body burst forth with a brilliant light, merging into the woman's body.
