176: Queen Medusa Resurrected

It was unknown how long passed before the heat and intimacy in the quiet room gradually subsided.

Ya Fei lay languidly half-prone on Mo Yuhan’s sweat-damp chest, her cheeks flushed with an alluring rosy hue, like a blooming rose.

Her thin, purple silk nightgown was already disheveled, hanging half-on, half-off her arm, revealing large expanses of creamy skin, still bearing a few ambiguous red marks.

Her slender, black-stockinged legs were casually crossed, her toes unconsciously curling slightly.

She extended a delicate finger, with the post-coital languor and satisfaction, gently tracing circles on Mo Yuhan’s well-defined pectoral muscles, her voice carrying a hint of husky charm: “Little guy… you’ve really grown up…”

The pride and possessiveness in her tone were undisguised.

Mo Yuhan closed his eyes, his chest rising and falling slightly, feeling a slight fatigue and a strange sense of satiation from deep within his body. His nostrils were filled with Ya Fei’s unique, rich, sweet scent, mixed with desire, and his mind was still immersed in the thrilling afterglow.

Just then.

A terrifying aura, cold, violent, and filled with endless majesty, erupted without warning in the quiet room, like an arctic cold snap.

“Buzz—!”

The air seemed to instantly solidify, freeze!

An invisible pressure descended like a mountain, carrying bone-chilling killing intent, instantly tearing all intimacy and languor to shreds.

Mo Yuhan and Ya Fei simultaneously felt their hearts being tightly squeezed by an invisible, icy hand, almost suffocating! A tremor originating from the depths of their souls instantly stiffened them!

Both of them abruptly looked up, following the source of that terrifying aura—

They saw the Seven-Colored Sky Swallowing Python, which had been quietly coiled on the floor beside the soft couch like a seven-colored glass bracelet, now erupting with dazzling seven-colored light.

The light was so intense it was blinding, illuminating the entire quiet room as if it were daytime.

At the center of the unbearable seven-colored light, a tall, enchanting, and overwhelmingly oppressive phantom was rapidly solidifying.

The seven-colored light converged inward as if being swallowed by an invisible force, and in just a single breath, it completely vanished.

In its place stood a woman, proudly in the room.

Her figure was tall and graceful, her proportions so perfect they were almost otherworldly. A luxurious purple brocade robe enveloped her breathtaking curves. On the robe, intricate and mysterious snake-shaped totems were embroidered with gold thread, subtly shimmering in the dim light.

A cascade of purple hair fell to her waist, and within her strands, stars seemed to twinkle.

What was most heart-stopping was her face.

It was a face capable of toppling kingdoms and captivating all beings, perfectly flawless, every line revealing the Creator’s ultimate favoritism.

However, this face was now covered with a layer of ice that seemed to have existed for ten thousand years.

Her narrow, beautiful eyes opened, her pupils were vertical and utterly cold, like the most precious amethyst, yet they contained a soul-freezing chill and an indifference that looked down upon all living things.

Wherever her gaze swept, the air seemed to freeze into ice shards.

A terrifying pressure, originating from ancient primordial times, surged forth from her like a tangible tsunami, instantly filling the entire space, making it so heavy that one could barely breathe.

This seemed not to be pressure from Dou Qi, but rather a higher-level suppression of life essence.

The Snake-People Tribe Queen, Medusa!

Under this terrifying pressure and the gaze of those cold vertical pupils, Ya Fei’s mind went blank.

She instinctively clutched the beast hide beneath her, her nails digging deeply into it, as if it were her only lifeline.

Mo Yuhan’s heart also sank to the bottom, as if falling into a ten-thousand-foot ice abyss.

He endured the trembling of his soul, forcing himself to maintain the last shred of calmness. The Dou Qi in his body circulated frantically, and the unique fire origins of Xuan Huang Flame and Azure Lotus Core Flame were poised within him.

Although he knew that in the presence of this being, such resistance might be like a praying mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Medusa’s cold gaze, like two tangible ice blades, slowly swept across the disheveled soft couch, over the disheveled and terrified Ya Fei, and finally, settled on Mo Yuhan.

Her eyes showed no fluctuation, only pure indifference, as if looking at an ant, and… a hint of outrage, brewing a storm of destruction.

“Human…”

Her red lips parted, her voice like colliding ice beads, clear and pleasant, yet containing a soul-freezing chill. Every word was like a heavy hammer striking Mo Yuhan and Ya Fei’s hearts.

“Who are you?”

Her gaze coldly scrutinized Mo Yuhan, her vertical pupils devoid of any of the Seven-Colored Sky Swallowing Python’s naivety or attachment, only the absolute majesty and scrutiny of Medusa.

“Where… is this place?”

“Why… am I here?”

As the last word fell, the temperature in the quiet room seemed to drop a few more degrees. Invisible killing intent, like a cold tide, impacted Mo Yuhan’s nerves wave after wave, almost completely engulfing him.

Mo Yuhan took a deep breath, suppressing the churning blood and the tremor in his soul. He knew that any hesitation or lie at this moment could lead to utter disaster.

He forced himself to meet those cold, emotionless amethyst vertical pupils, keeping his voice as steady as possible, though it still carried a hint of unsuppressible tension:

“Your Majesty.”

He nodded slightly, showing basic courtesy, “I am Mo Yuhan. This is a quiet room in the Mittel Family’s estate in the Imperial Capital of the Gama Empire.”

He spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully, while subtly circulating the unique fire origins within his body, a barely perceptible trace of scorching aura quietly emanating. This was the only leverage he had to prove his worth and pique her interest slightly.

“As for why Your Majesty is here…”

Mo Yuhan looked directly at Medusa with an honest gaze, “It’s a long story, but I certainly didn’t intend to offend or imprison you. Does Your Majesty still remember the circumstances of your evolution deep within the Tagor Desert?”

Medusa’s cold vertical pupils narrowed slightly.

The Tagor Desert… that was where she underwent her life-and-death evolution.

Fragmented memories instantly surged within her powerful soul: the scorching core of the earth, the violent energy, the soul-tearing pain of evolution, the aura of the Azure Lotus Core Flame… and the despair of failed evolution.

“I… was evolving.”

Her voice was still cold, but it seemed to hold a hint of recollection. Her eyes were sharp as blades, locking onto Mo Yuhan, “Then what? Did I fail?”

“No, Your Majesty did not completely fail!”

Mo Yuhan immediately said, he had to seize this point, “Your Majesty chose the most perilous path of evolution at that time, forcibly merging your soul with the Seven-Colored Sky Swallowing Python’s body.

This process was extremely dangerous, causing Your Majesty’s consciousness to fall into a deep slumber, while the Seven-Colored Sky Swallowing Python’s instinctive consciousness took over.”

“I went deep into the Tagor Desert at that time to search for a rare medicinal herb called Reincarnation Grass. By chance, I happened to pass through the lava region where Your Majesty was evolving. Perhaps it sensed something on me…”