Lingxue looked down at Xueyao, who was still asleep, her beautiful face sunk between the matriarch's enormous, soft tits, using them as pillows.
Lingxue sighed.
Qingyi's bloodline, whatever it was, possessed enough power to resist the poison of that demonic energy.
However, being able to resist the poison and having the strength to destroy the demonic seed were quite different things.
Lingxue could destroy the seed easily, with a single wave of her hands. The problem was that she didn't have the power to resist the poison long enough to do so.
"At the moment, perhaps the seed is at the level of an early ancestral emperor. But it's gaining strength, sucking more and more vitality from our tree of life...
It shouldn't take more than a few decades for it to reach the realm of the astral body or, worse, for it to fully awaken."
"The reality..." Lingxue sat down. A wooden throne immediately appeared under her shapely ass, molding itself to her voluptuous body.
