At this moment, Ye Wentian's consciousness was still stuck in another time and space, but his body moved on its own, and launched the True Eye to fight back.

Holding the long knife in one hand and the head of the statue in the other, two silver bolts of lightning burst out from the True Eye and pierced into the statue's scarlet eyes.

An extremely piercing howl came from the stone statue, and a large number of cracks appeared from the head, and the cracks spread downward little by little, and soon reached the position of the chest.

Then, something even stranger happened, only to see Ye Wentian's silver eyes gradually began to rotate, turning into two bottomless silver swirls.

With the formation of the whirlpool, the eyes of the stone statue actually began to fluctuate, and two scarlet thin lines floated out, like a cocoon, and they disappeared into the whirlpool of Ye Wentian's eyes inch by inch.

The red thread floated out faster and thicker, and it felt as if it had been torn out, and the scarlet in the stone statue's eyes slowly continued.

The stone statue's mouth clicked open, letting out a miserable howl that could only be heard at the soul level, and a hazy red phantom tried to escape from the skull, but it was entangled in red silk threads, and no matter how hard he struggled, it was difficult to escape.

The red phantom is actually the Supreme Soul hidden in the stone statue, these Supreme Bodies were petrified back then, but the souls were preserved with the help of the Rules and the Soul Tree.

And the red silk thread is the energy that is torn out of the soul, Ye Wentian is actually relying on instinct, with the help of the True Eye, to forcibly devour the soul in the stone statue, the supreme soul!

The devouring continued, the silver light in Ye Wentian's eyes became more abundant, and the crimson light in the stone statue's eyes gradually faded, and finally completely turned into the black gray of the stone, and the cracks had spread to the whole body of the stone statue, cracking into a piece of rubble with a bang, only the rusty long knife fell on the high platform and let out a low muffled sound.

The soul of a generation of supreme beings was completely devoured by Ye Wentian, turned into his spiritual energy, integrated into his soul, and enhanced his soul strength.

Originally, after all these years of training of the True Eye and the devouring of the demon transformation in the underworld, Ye Wentian's soul strength had become very high, and his spiritual power was more than a hundred times that of ordinary people.

The stone statue shattered, the soul was devoured, and the rest of the stone statues that were slowly approaching all stopped, and a sense of fear spread at the soul level, as if the person sitting under the tree was the nemesis of the soul.

In another time and space, Ye Wentian, who was chasing Teresa and falling off the cliff together, suddenly had a silver light all over his body, and his eyes turned pure silver, and his originally illusory and formless body actually showed his body in the silver light!

Although the form may seem strange, as if it is composed entirely of light, it is indeed visible.

Ye Wentian also noticed the change in himself, and he didn't have time to think about the reason for the change, so he hurriedly reached out to pick up Teresa, and this time there was finally resistance and touch, and he really touched Teresa!

Overjoyed, there is nothing to describe the joy in Ye Wentian's heart at this time, this is no longer as simple as the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

"I can save you, finally catch up!" Ye Wentian was so excited that he almost burst into tears, but it was a pity that it was impossible for his current light body to have tears.

Bringing the free-falling Teresa into his arms, Ye Wentian floated in the air, hugging her tightly, for fear that she would disappear as soon as he let go.

Teresa kept her eyes closed and waited for the moment when it was over, but after waiting for a long time, she didn't feel pain, but felt a warm embrace, the breath of this embrace was too familiar to her, this breath had been with her for five years, if you add the ten years of Claire's pregnancy, it would be a full fifteen years!

Every time she feels sad and wronged, this breath will stay by her side, whenever he bites the curtain and sheds tears, this breath will always wrap her and give her the safest warmth, she can't imagine if she can survive without this breath, or whether she has the courage to survive.

With a slight blink of her long eyelashes, Teresa opened her eyes to a handsome face, made of silver light, so vivid that she could see every hair clearly.

"You, who are you, and why do I feel so familiar?" Teresa asked without resisting the embrace of this strange and familiar person, blinking her eyes.

Ye Wentian finally suppressed the panic in his heart, and lowered his head to Teresa with a gentle smile: "I am the man you are destined to be." ”

Teresa nodded as if she didn't understand, and suddenly asked, "Are you my patronus......?" Didn't she hate me?"

Teresa is still very naïve now, she couldn't help but raise her hand and pinch the tip of her upturned nose, and said with a smile: "Yes, I am the patron saint sent by your mother, and she doesn't hate you anymore!"

"Really?" Teresa straightened up in surprise, but suddenly lowered her head, "Impossible, I don't believe it, why doesn't she hate me?"

Ye Wentian rubbed her long ice-blue hair and said softly: "Fool, she is your mother, how can she hate you? ”

Teresa buried her little face in Ye Wentian's chest and whispered: "Thank you for always guarding me, thank you!"

"Well, let's go up, don't look for death again, remember, as long as you live, there must be hope!" Ye Wentian flew up with Teresa in his arms, his tone was full of firmness, "Today, I will reverse your fate with my own hands!"

Teresa hummed softly, like a well-behaved cat, nestled in Ye Wentian's arms motionless.

Although he was holding a five-year-old version of Teresa in Lori at the moment, Ye Wentian felt an indescribable warmth and happiness.

Time and space are so weird, the future Ip Mantian returned to history to drive the gears of fate, without him, Teresa would have died today, and the future Dark Dragon Marshal would not have existed, he would not have met Teresa...... A qiē and a qiē are so mysterious.

Falling back on the edge of the cliff, Ye Wentian put Teresa down and took her hand and walked the way she came.

The warmth of the palm was so real, Teresa lowered her head slightly, and the corners of her mouth finally showed a bright smile for the first time, at this moment she finally had something to rely on, and her world finally had hope and light.

At least hold your hand, at least still hold your hand.