Novel Full Chapter 749: Naming the Little Green Snake Girl & Owning the Heavenly Poison Pyramid
Chapter 749: Naming the Little Green Snake Girl & Owning the Heavenly Poison Pyramid
“She is a silent and sweet girl,” Aksai said through his clone as it was being played around by the little snake girl.
“She completed her breakthrough into the Core Formation realm about twenty years ago. I wanted her to focus on her growth without any distractions. So I kept her safe in a special place that is only accessible to me.”
He hesitated briefly.
“Umm,” he added, “you could say I was being a bit overprotective.”
The woman turned fully toward them. Her eyes widened slightly as she looked at the snake girl. For the first time since Aksai had arrived, her calm expression broke.
Something warm and fragile surfaced in her eyes. She took a slow step forward. “My child…” she whispered.
The woman slowly walked toward the little snake girl. Her steps were light, almost soundless.
As she came closer, the little snake girl felt a strange pressure mixed with a deep sense of closeness. Her eyes widened in surprise. She straightened her body and quickly took a few steps back, putting some distance between herself and the woman.
The girl’s embrace tightened around Aksai’s woodland clone. She did not feel danger but felt something unfamiliar.
The woman stopped at once. She did not move forward again. Instead, she looked at the little snake girl with gentle eyes. There was no threat in her gaze, only care and longing that had been held back for a very long time.
Then she turned her head slightly and looked at Aksai’s woodland clone. Her eyes carried a clear request. She was asking him to help.
The woodland clone met her gaze for a brief moment. Then it nodded.
The little snake girl was still holding the clone tightly. The clone gently pushed itself free from her arms and slid down. It climbed up her arm and settled on her shoulder, sitting there like a small wooden doll before speaking.
“Don’t worry,” it said. “Apparently, she’s your mother. Say hi to her.”
The little snake girl froze. She slowly turned her head and looked at the woman again. Her emerald eyes searched the woman’s face.
There was something familiar there. After a short pause, she spoke in a quiet voice.
“Mother.”
The word was soft. But it echoed through the woman’s mind. Moisture gathered at the corners of her eyes as she looked at the little snake girl.
She raised a trembling hand but stopped midway, afraid to scare her. For the first time in countless years, the fallen dao beast’s soul smiled without pain. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she whispered back.
“Yes. I am your mother, my child.”
The woman took a slow step forward.
Then another.
The little snake girl stayed where she was this time. Her body was stiff at first, but she did not retreat.
The woman knelt down and gently wrapped her arms around the girl.
Her embrace was soft.
It felt light, like air mixed with water.
The little snake girl felt strange. The touch was not fully solid, yet it was warm in a way she could not explain. Her eyes widened slightly, but she did not pull away.
She let the woman hold her.
The woman lowered her head and kissed the girl’s forehead.
The girl blinked.
She felt safe.
Aksai’s woodland clone quietly jumped off the girl’s shoulder and moved aside. It stood at a distance and watched without interrupting.
The woman held the little snake girl close. Her hands moved gently along the girl’s back and head, as if she was afraid the girl might vanish if she loosened her grip.
Her shoulders trembled.
She sobbed silently.
Her lips moved as she whispered words too soft to hear. They sounded like apologies, blessings, and promises that had waited far too long to be spoken.
The little snake girl slowly raised her hands and placed them on the woman’s waist. She did not fully understand what was happening, but her heart felt calm.
Time passed quietly.
After a long while, the woman finally loosened her arms. She did not let go completely. Instead, she held the girl’s hand firmly, as if grounding herself.
She stood up and walked toward Aksai’s woodland clone, guiding the little snake girl beside her.
The woman looked at the clone with gentle eyes that still carried traces of tears.
“Little druid,” she said softly, “you asked for my name in the beginning.”
She paused for a moment and looked down at the girl, squeezing her hand lightly.
“Before I answer your question,” she continued, “can you tell me what name you have given my daughter?”
Aksai’s woodland clone scratched the side of its wooden head in an awkward way.
“Well,” Aksai said through the clone, sounding a bit embarrassed, “I wanted to know her better before giving her a name. She didn’t speak for a long time either, so the naming kept getting delayed. I… I haven’t named her yet.”
The woman stopped walking.
She turned her head slowly and looked at the clone.
Her brows knit together, and her eyes narrowed just a little. For a brief moment, it looked as if she was questioning everything. Whether Aksai was truly careful. Whether he really understood the weight of raising her child.
The little snake girl felt the change in mood and tightened her grip on the woman’s hand.
The woman closed her eyes.
She took a slow breath.
She had already checked the girl before. More than once. She knew the girl was healthy, stable, and well cared for. She knew Aksai had not neglected her, even if he was strange and cautious in his own way.
The frown faded.
She let out a soft sigh.
“In that case,” the woman said, her voice calmer now, “may I name her?”
Aksai’s clone froze for half a second.
Then it nodded quickly.
“Yes. Of course,” Aksai said without hesitation.
The woman looked down at the little snake girl.
She crouched slightly so they were at the same height. Her free hand rose and gently brushed aside a strand of the girl’s green hair.
The girl looked back at her with wide emerald eyes, curious and quiet.
The woman smiled.
“My name,” she said softly, “is Seralyth.”
She paused, as if tasting the sound of it again after countless years.
Then she continued, “And you…”
Her thumb rested lightly on the girl’s forehead.
“You will be called Serya.”
The name echoed gently through the space.
The little snake girl blinked.
“Serya,” she repeated softly, testing the sound.
The woman’s smile deepened. Her eyes shimmered with emotion.
“Yes,” she said, her voice warm. “Serya. This will be your name from now on. Don’t let your master call you by any other name.”
The woman then gently led Serya to the center of the top floor.
“Stay still, my child,” she said softly. “This may feel strange, but it will not hurt you.”
Serya nodded. She trusted the woman without fully knowing why. She stood quietly, her small hands clenched near her chest.
The woman straightened and raised both her hands.
Lines of light appeared on the floor, spreading outward in wide circles. Symbols formed one after another, simple at first, then deeper and heavier. The space itself seemed to sink under their weight.
A 5th Order Spirit formation came into being.
Even Aksai, watching through his woodland clone, felt pressure press down on his mind. His druidic senses screamed danger, yet there was no killing intent. Only control. Absolute control.
The woman glanced at him.
“Little druid,” she said calmly, “I will refine her bloodline now. At the same time, I will bind the Heavenly Poison Pyramid to you. You will need it in the future.”
Aksai’s clone stiffened.
“To… me?” he asked.
“Yes,” she replied. “This pyramid has already served its purpose for me. From now on, it will follow you.”
Before Aksai could say anything else, the woman turned back to Serya.
She placed one hand on the girl’s head and the other toward the massive serpent corpse behind her.
The corpse trembled.
Purple blood surged faster through its broken body. The beating heart thumped harder, even though it had long been dead. Cracks spread along the scales, and a deep purple glow leaked out from within.
Streams of blood and light rose into the air.
They twisted together and flowed into the Spirit formation.
The formation lit up layer by layer.
Serya gasped softly.
Her body floated slightly above the ground. Purple and green lights wrapped around her, mixing poison essence with life essence. Her hair fluttered, and faint scales appeared and faded on her skin again and again.
The woman’s voice turned low and steady.
She began to pass on her knowledge.
Memories, instincts, control over poison, understanding of survival, restraint, and balance. All of it flowed through the bloodline itself, sinking deep into Serya’s body and soul.
At the same time, the serpent corpse began to dry.
Its scales lost their shine. The flesh shrank. The heart slowed, each beat weaker than the last. It was as if the last traces of life were being pulled out and crushed into pure essence.