Raising Beast Husbands with My Space — The Villainess Becomes a Beloved Favorite-Chapter 383 - 382: Seven Colors

Yue Wuhen carefully cradled Su Muyao in his arms, his movements exceedingly gentle.

At this moment, his eyes were red, as if they were crying blood.

He remembered visiting the Cang Beast Continent in his youth, where he had met the High Priest and Mr. Su.

They told him not to fall in love.

But such things were beyond his control.

His wife was so wonderful, just one glance would capture his heart.

For her, he would do anything, as sweet as honey it would be.

Even if it meant sacrificing his own life.

"Wife, I will not let anything happen to you."

As he spoke these words, Yue Wuhen’s tone was firm.

He held Su Muyao and stepped into the depths of the Witch Clan’s ancestral land.

This was the burial ground for the people of the Witch Clan, a place seemingly desolate and silent.

But possessing the bloodline of the Witch Clan, Yue Wuhen naturally knew the Witch Clan’s heritage would not end, and he knew where the hidden Sacrificial Altar was located.

Yue Wuhen walked further in, paving the way with his blood, opened the Witch Clan’s Barrier, and entered inside.

Here, if any beastmen from other clans came, they wouldn’t be able to find any trace of what the Witch Clan had left behind.

Only the blood of the Witch Clan could unlock everything.

Finally, Yue Wuhen carefully placed Su Muyao on the Sacrificial Altar.

His actions were as gentle as if he were handling a precious treasure.

His fingertips brushed over her face, pale as paper, the cold touch made his heart ache with every beat.

He looked deeply at her, as if to etch every detail of her into his mind.

Then he slowly lowered his head, his lips gently touched hers, his body trembled lightly, as if he was grieving.

"Wife, don’t be afraid, I will save you."

As he spoke, Yue Wuhen rose to his knee beside her, without hesitation, he slashed his palm, pressing his hand onto the altar.

Blood flowed from his palm, slowly streaming along the talisman grooves, forming crimson rivulets on the surface of the altar.

The night wind stirred his hair, and the silver ornaments on him seemed to emit a faint buzzing.

He lifted his head to gaze at the dark night sky, his eyes full of unwavering resolve and burning determination, "Ancestors above, today Yue Wuhen, is willing to use all his Essence Blood as a guide, his soul as a sacrifice, to exchange for his wife’s life!"

His blood flowed through the grooves on the altar, over the talisman, as if awakening some power.

In an instant, the talismans around the altar suddenly lit up, scarlet light shot up to the sky, illuminating the entire forest as if it were daylight.

Countless ancient Witch Clan shadows emerged from the light, dressed in beast skin robes, holding bone staffs, their expressions solemn and stern, looking down at the young man on the altar.

An aged figure hovered in the air, gazing at Yue Wuhen and then at Su Muyao on the ground, sighing softly, "I never expected that after a hundred thousand years, our clan would have such an outstanding descendant."

The aged figure looked at Yue Wuhen with a gaze of admiration.

Finding him to be a remarkable descendant.

"You are called Wuhen, do you know that with your ability, you can inherit the Witch Clan’s legacy and rebuild the clan?"

"The sacrificial method to save a life, nine deaths and one survival, with one wrong move, you die, she dies too."

Yue Wuhen replied without hesitation: "Even if there’s just a slim chance of survival, I will still save her."

"Without her, living is meaningless to me."

She is his wife, the one he loves, and all he wishes is for her to be well.

The elder sighed: "Do you understand that by sacrificing yourself, not only will you die, but your soul will also scatter into nothingness."

"I don’t care, I just want my wife to live."

As he spoke, Yue Wuhen looked down at the lifeless Su Muyao on the altar, seeing her this way made his heart bleed, the pain was excruciating.

She was so vivid and radiant, she shouldn’t be like this.

At this moment, Yue Wuhen’s blood continued to flow, his complexion became paler, his body weaker.

The aged shadow calculated with his fingers, showing a puzzled expression, then looked at Yue Wuhen, looked shocked and said, "Oh, there’s actually a slim chance."

He looked again at Su Muyao, at this time Su Muyao, under the power of the talisman’s light, transformed into her true body, a fluffy ball radiating seven-colored light.

The Witch Clan ancestor was slightly startled upon seeing this scene, and with a thoughtful expression, he said, "She’s an Immortal Phoenix, there’s still an Immortal Phoenix nowadays, no wonder." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"An Immortal Phoenix must go through a fiery rebirth, and our Witch Clan descendant must assist her in surviving."

"So that’s how it is."

"Don’t worry, child, you will succeed."

"She won’t die."

Yue Wuhen listened to these words, not really understanding, he only heard the last sentence.

That is, the sacrificial method will succeed.

This filled Yue Wuhen’s heart with immense excitement.

As long as she lives, that’s all that matters, as long as she lives.

Once the elder’s voice faded, the light and shadows around the altar along with the suspended talisman light surged.

He raised his hand, pressing his bloody palm against Su Muyao’s true body, simultaneously channeling all his Spiritual Power, activating the Witch Clan’s Secret Technique.

His body began to emit a faint red glow, the power of the Witch Clan’s bloodline and the power from the ancestor’s shadow resonating, forming a swirling energy vortex around him.

Essence Blood seeped from his Seven Apertures, trickling down his cheeks, dripping onto the altar, making the talisman’s light even fiercer.​

"With my blood, unite your veins, with my soul, complete your spirit..." Yue Wuhen’s voice grew weak, yet remained clear.

He could feel his soul being drawn out by the Secret Technique, his body felt as though it was being incinerated in flames, but he gritted his teeth, his gaze fixed solely on Su Muyao.

Filled with deep reluctance.​

The ancestor’s shadow observed this, slowly raised the bone staff, streams of golden Inheritance Power surged from the shadow, following Yue Wuhen’s palm into Su Muyao’s body.

Su Muyao’s lifeless body gradually showed signs of life, while Yue Wuhen’s body became transparent at a visible pace.

"Wife, you must take care of yourself in the future." Yue Wuhen’s voice was as light as a wisp of cloud, he reached out his hand, wanting one last touch of Su Muyao.

But his fingertips began to disperse just as they were about to touch her.

The blood-drained body gradually turned into specks of red light, merging into the mystical power of the altar, the life force emitted by the altar continuously restoring Su Muyao’s body.

As Yue Wuhen vanished, only the silver ornaments he wore fell onto the altar, emitting a clear, mournful sound.

Life force flowed into Su Muyao’s body, her true body, the ball of seven-colored fluff, began to unfold, as if flames of bloodshed were burning around her.

No one knew how much time had passed, Su Muyao gradually regained consciousness, feeling only heat within her body, yet this heat felt comforting.

She felt as if she had been asleep for a long time, as if something within her was about to break free from the flames.

Gradually, a warmth spread through her limbs and bones.

This warmth did not come from outside, but slowly spread from deep within her, gathering in her chest.

It seemed to be the dormant Origin Power within her body, gradually emitting light.

The lights gathered outside, engulfing her.

Then came a "buzzing" sound.​​

A gentle hum emitted from Su Muyao’s true form, the golden aura suddenly swelled, forming a pillar of light soaring into the sky.

Then, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet, seven colors blossomed consecutively from the light pillar,

as if the Heavenly Emperor’s palette had been overturned, painting the entire dark forest into rainbow-hued glass.

Where the light reached, dead wood sprouted new buds, unknown flowers bloomed on blood-stained land, even the howling cold wind turned gentle, carrying rich Spiritual Energy, lingering around the altar.

The abandoned land of the Witch Clan seemed to be coming back to life.