Ye Yun was also not feeling well; the soul defense artifact on his body was not working at the moment.
His mind felt like it was about to explode, as if his soul was being toyed with.
The most critical thing was that the blood-colored monster's roar never ceased, causing even cultivators with stronger soul power to struggle.
"Damn... this time, we might really be finished..."
Ye Yun gritted his teeth, his head throbbing, and gradually felt that death was only a matter of time.
Every second felt infinitely long to him.
Time ticked by, and one by one, True Saint realm cultivators couldn't bear it and perished.
Afterward, Ye Yun didn't know how much time had passed.
He only felt that amidst the sharp sonic waves, a woman's voice faintly emerged.
"Is this... a song? A song? Is it a song?"
Ye Yun's consciousness was also very chaotic, and his words were nonsensical.
But the woman's singing became clearer and clearer, like heavenly music echoing between heaven and earth, compared to the blood-colored monster's piercing roar.
The sacred and gentle singing turned into soft light, scattering across the dark sea of imaginary numbers.
Under this brilliance and singing, people's minds calmed down, and the cultivators on the Shenhe flying ship and others around them began to gradually regain consciousness.
Ye Yun felt his torn three souls and seven spirits gradually quiet down under this song, and his consciousness began to clear.
"What a beautiful song..."
Ye Yun sighed and then looked up at the source of the sound.
On the distant sea, a woman stood.
She had golden eyes and silver hair, wore a crystal-like golden crown, and her bare jade feet stepped on the sea as if walking on solid ground, like a goddess descending to earth.
The woman wore a golden gown like a wedding dress, her figure gracefully curved, and the hem trailed on the seawater without getting soiled.
She looked sacred and noble, as if she were the embodiment of light.
Her hands were clasped in front of her, as if she were singing a song of salvation with deep emotion, a song of the gods...
"So beautiful..."
This exclamation came from Zhao Wangsheng.
It was the first time he had seen such a stunning woman in the world, feeling that his immortal companion at Red Dust Mountain was no longer as appealing.
In fact, it wasn't just him; as everyone woke up, both men and women were somewhat captivated by the woman.
"What a sacred woman."
"I really want to get to know her."
"I wish I could become her immortal companion."
"I wish I could be stepped on by her jade feet..."
...
Everyone was lost in her beauty and her voice, like a sacred song.
However, this voice seemed to have a great destructive power against the blood-colored monster on the sea.
It stopped roaring, and for a moment, all its blood-colored flesh contorted and trembled.
Finally, it let out painful wails and desperately fled beneath the sea.
However, before that, it still opened its blood-red eyes and glared fiercely at Ye Yun.
"Ye... Ye... I... want to kill..."
Ye Yun guessed that it wanted to say it wanted to kill him.
Even now, it was still threatening him. Had he dug up its ancestral grave?
However, before long, the blood-colored monster submerged into the seabed and gradually disappeared.
Only the silver-haired woman, still softly singing, remained on the sea.
But as the monster disappeared, her song also gradually stopped.
When it completely stopped, her sacred golden eyes looked directly towards the Shenhe flying ship, more precisely, towards Ye Yun.
At this moment, Ye Yun and she were far apart, yet their eyes met.
...
Ye Yun clearly saw her mouth move as if she said something.
More accurately, it seemed like she was speaking.
"Welcome back?"
This was Ye Yun's guess, but it was probably close.
Afterward, the silver-haired woman seemed to take a bow, lightly lifting the hem of her skirt with her hands.
She tilted her head from afar, bent towards Ye Yun, and performed a very elegant bow.
Then, her form turned into specks of light and slowly dispersed on the sea.
"Who is this woman...?"
Ye Yun frowned, somewhat bewildered.
Judging from her actions, it was highly likely she knew him.
And "welcome back"? Welcome back to what? Welcome back from where?
The Abyss of Imaginary Numbers? Or the Divine City that was mentioned before?
Of course, the biggest question was, why did she come looking for him?
Especially this terrifying quasi-god level beast of imaginary numbers, one would think he had killed its father.
"Sigh, I really lucked out this time..."
Ye Yun sighed sincerely, feeling that surviving this ordeal was truly a stroke of incredible luck.
At this moment, everyone else was gradually waking up.
Zhao Wangsheng, after regaining consciousness, looked around in a daze.
"Elder Ye, what... what just happened to me?"
Hearing this, Ye Yun gave him a sidelong glance.
"What else could have happened? You were captivated by a beauty, weren't you?"
"Huh? A beauty?"
Unexpectedly, Zhao Wangsheng scratched his head and said.
"Did that happen? Just now, it seemed like a woman was singing, and then..."
"Uh..."
Ye Yun immediately caught the key point.
"Wait, you didn't get a clear look at the woman?"
"To be precise, I can't quite recall what she looked like."
Ye Yun frowned and then looked at the cultivators of Red Dust Mountain around them.
"What about you all? You don't remember either?"
Hearing this, everyone shook their heads.
According to them, they all only remembered a woman singing, but they couldn't recall her specific appearance.
Ye Yun didn't think they had memory problems; the way they were mesmerized just now, they would have wanted to engrave the silver-haired woman's appearance in their minds.
"Could it be... some special divine ability?"
Ye Yun pondered for a long time but couldn't think of any method that could achieve this.
Meanwhile, Zhao Wangsheng, looking at the various wreckage scattered across the sea, said dejectedly.
"Who cares about whatever woman that was, I'm definitely never coming back to the Abyss of Imaginary Numbers after this."
Everyone else nodded in agreement.
With this experience, they all had a psychological shadow cast over them regarding the Sea of Imaginary Numbers.
Seeing this, Ye Yun sighed.
"Alas, regardless, I've implicated you all this time."
Judging by the name the creature roared, it was clearly targeting him.
As for the others, they were basically affected by him.
He thought they might blame him to some extent.
To his surprise, Zhao Wangsheng frowned.
"Elder Ye, what do you mean by that? What have you implicated us in?"
"Naturally, it's because that monster was after me."
"Huh? How do you know that?"
"How do I know? It called my name right at the beginning."
"Called your name?"
Zhao Wangsheng looked at him suspiciously.
"Elder Ye, are you sleepwalking? It was just screeching from the very beginning."