Fire poison and spiritual liquid continued to rampage within the unconscious body of Mark Brooks.

At this moment, the “light cocoon” that had floated in his sea of consciousness since childhood—and had caused him no small amount of trouble—underwent some mysterious changes.

The light cocoon began to slowly rotate, stirring his chaotic sea of consciousness and gradually forming a tiny vortex. The fire poison and pure spiritual liquid that filled his body were drawn, thread by thread, into the light cocoon.

With every breath, the light cocoon grew stronger, becoming clearer and more solid. In the end, it condensed into a lustrous, translucent diamond-shaped crystal.

“Crack.”

In that moment of utter stillness, a barely visible fine line appeared at the top of the light cocoon crystal.

A jade-white tender sprout, thinner than a strand of hair, trembled as it emerged from the crystal’s fissure. Though delicate and small, it radiated a vibrant aura of life. The moist sprout developed rapidly, and in just a moment, it had grown to resemble a tender bean sprout.

At the tip, the bud swayed and unfurled a fresh, emerald-green leaf.

The light cocoon was, astonishingly, a seed—a miraculous seed.

The tender stem appeared fragile, but its color was lustrous and jade-white, semi-transparent, with faint, sparkling particles of light swirling around it. The newly unfurled green leaf was crystal clear, brimming with vitality.

At first glance, it could dispel restlessness, calm the mind, and fill one’s heart with joy at such a wondrous life.

Upon closer inspection, one could see that the tender stem and green leaf were covered in fine veins. On the leaf, countless tiny pores—utterly invisible to the naked eye—secreted a trace of green liquid.

Countless streams converged into a single, plump drop of green dew, so heavy that it bent the newly grown leaf downward.

“Plop~”

That drop of green liquid rolled off the tender leaf and fell into Mark Brooks’s sea of consciousness, stirring up ripples that seemed invisible. It transformed into countless green points of light, which spread throughout his body along the meridians and blood vessels.

The strange seed, which had always existed like a vampire, finally gave something back when it sprouted its first leaf.

The vibrant green points of light passed through meridians, organs, and skin ravaged by fire poison. Even broken bones gradually healed and recovered under that endless green vitality.

In the end, even the wounds on his body’s surface gradually healed. Under the dried scabs, peeling them away would reveal fresh, new skin.

In his coma, Mark Brooks finally regained a sliver of consciousness.

He slowly opened his eyes, somewhat dazed.

It seemed that his last memory was still stuck at the scene where Edward Brooks was impaled by the stone stalagmite, stabbed into the blood-red demonic eye, and turned to ashes.

What was happening now? Was he dead?

“Something’s not right?” Mark Brooks leapt up with ease; both his body and spirit were in perfect condition. He frowned in confusion, puzzled.

How did his injuries heal in the blink of an eye? Had many days passed?

Closing his eyes and using inner vision to scan his sea of consciousness, Mark Brooks was startled to find it completely changed.

Before, Mark Brooks could barely sense his sea of consciousness—it was always somewhat vague and chaotic. But now, it was thick, solid, and clearer than ever before.

At the very center floated a crystal, from which a tender green sprout and leaf grew.

What… what was this?

Mark Brooks had always speculated about the light cocoon that had grown in his sea of consciousness since childhood, but he had never guessed that it was actually a seed capable of taking root and sprouting.

Just then, his vision blurred, and he seemed to see that tiny sprout continuously developing and growing, eventually becoming a towering giant tree whose magnificent crown blotted out the sky.

The giant tree radiated a soul-stirring aura; its rich green energy and brilliance seemed almost tangible as they fell upon him.

On a branch at the center of the giant tree, a fruit nearly three feet long had formed. The fruit was a bright, translucent green, with a faint, lustrous white glow. In no time, the fruit matured and opened like a flower.

Inside, curled up, was a fair-skinned girl. She opened her pure, icy eyes, and from her snowy back, a pair of pristine white wings unfurled. With a few flaps, she soared from the giant tree, flying freely.

Light Angel!

For no reason at all, Mark Brooks knew this name.

As she flew, her aura grew ever stronger, to the point that Mark Brooks felt an astonishing sense of oppression.

In a flash, it was as if he was in a void filled with flying boulders. A massive black-armored, fanged beast—hundreds of feet long—charged through the air, shattering huge diamond rocks wherever it passed.

The giant beast was incredibly dangerous, exuding an ancient and savage power. Even a dragon would be torn to pieces before it.

At that moment, a Light Angel appeared out of nowhere—wings sprouting from her ribs, clad in ancient armor, her whole being radiating a holy, gentle light.

The giant beast was terrified, as if it had seen its ancestor, and fled at top speed.

With her palms joined and angled outward, in an instant, a pillar of light—radiating supreme majesty and world-destroying power—blasted forth.