Jing Pian Ge said, “Zhen Nu’s body is half from my bloodline, a War Dead Corpse Ghost body; the other half is Human Race. With only Netherworld power, I cannot repair his damaged form.”
Chaosheng realized this man was an expert and replied, “Right, even the power of azure wood cannot regenerate his body.”
“So only by joining forces,” Jing Pian Ge said, “can we succeed—you use Kunlun Mountain’s Immortal Technique to mend his mortal half, while I use Netherworld power to repair his ghostly body. Only then can he live again.”
Chaosheng nodded, but Wu Yingzong said, “Wait, you know each other? How do you know Chaosheng is from Kunlun?”
“We don’t know each other.” Chaosheng suddenly realized this too.
“We do know each other,” Jing Pian Ge said gravely. “In another dream. But I don’t know what number dream this current one is for you all.”
Everyone was filled with bewilderment. Jing Pian Ge continued, “Do your best. I only hope this doesn’t turn into a third dream. Chaosheng, are you ready?”
Chaosheng’s confusion deepened. Jing Pian Ge walked to the side, fetched an open-mouthed wine bowl, and passed his palm flat over the rim. The bowl filled with potent liquor, emitting a fragrant aroma.
Wu Yingzong knew there was no other way and stepped back, though he still didn’t fully trust the man and remained on guard.
Chaosheng placed both hands on Xiao Kun’s chest.
Jing Pian Ge held the bowl in his left hand and placed his right over his heart. His fingers sank into his chest, and with a yank, he pulled out a radiant indigo treasure pearl from his heart!
Hulü Guang nearly cried out, but Wu Yingzong calmed him. At this point, he finally believed Jing Pian Ge harbored no ill intent—after all, the Inner Elixir was crucial to the Yao Clan.
“From the ancient beginnings, who passed down the Dao? Before heaven and earth took form, how to examine? In the dim obscurity, who can reach the limit?”
Jing Pian Ge’s voice echoed in the stone chamber. Amid the vast windswept sands, the Gobi Clusters faced the boundless heaven and earth, appearing exceedingly insignificant.
At dusk, the sunset bled red, casting Tianshan Mountains’ shadows. The Heavenly Veins passed over the peaks, seemingly within reach. Yet under Jing Pian Ge’s spell, the stars’ arrangement shattered in an instant.
“Life and death stretch on endlessly. Borrow the power of heaven and earth, refine billions of heroic souls from the depths, return them to my cup of turbid wine.”
Brilliant light from the starry river poured down, star trails circling the Gobi cave clusters, swirling in the midst of the wilds before converging into a single stream.
Chaosheng held his breath, knowing this was an immensely powerful secret art from ancient times. Kunlun commanded life, Earth Abyss commanded death—touching the gates of life and death was beyond even his knowledge.
Chaosheng pressed on Xiao Kun’s chest, channeling his full Cultivation Base. The wounds scorched by the Heart Lamp on Xiao Kun’s body began to heal one by one.
Jing Pian Ge dipped his right fingers into the bowl, withdrew them, and flicked toward the sky, proclaiming loudly, “To the vast heavens, to the genesis of Wanxiang’s illusions.”
He then flicked toward the ground: “To Shenzhou’s fertile soil, to the end of all beings’ return to silence!”
The Inner Elixir blazed with strong light. Jing Pian Ge tilted the wine bowl and poured it over Xiao Kun with a splash, declaring:
“To this great thousand worlds, to its bustling masses! With my father’s power, I command your soul to return!”
A beam of light shot from the celestial star trails, plummeting straight down. Chaosheng withdrew his hands as the beam struck Xiao Kun’s chest squarely.
Xiao Kun, whose breath had ceased, let out a great shout and sat up abruptly, opening his eyes.
Xiao Kun was still in shock, panting heavily.
A quarter-hour later, Xiao Kun didn’t know what to do next. He recalled the moment before he collapsed from severe injury and exhaustion, listened to Hulü Guang recount the events, and felt utterly confused.
“I must go save Xiang Xian right now.” Xiao Kun saw Xiang Xian’s Wisdom Sword and his own Tang Dao leaning against the side.
“Just like your mother, so hot-tempered.” Jing Pian Ge crossed his arms, leaning against the cave wall, and said indifferently. “Do you know who’s holding him, where he’s imprisoned? Do you know the enemies’ abilities? The Abyss Divine Palace’s entrance is hidden. Your friends are all here, waiting for your lead. What’s the use in rash impulse?”
Xiao Kun took a deep breath and turned to look at Jing Pian Ge.
He was his father. In that moment of eye contact, Xiao Kun already knew it in his heart.
The resonance of bloodline needed no further proof. Under normal circumstances, Xiao Kun would have had much to say, but the image of Xiang Xian charging into the valley lingered in his mind, preventing him from calming down.
“You need to rest first,” Chaosheng said worriedly, looking at Xiao Kun. “You’re too weak, Big Brother.”
Xiao Kun let out a long sigh and sat down in front of the stone platform. Jing Pian Ge said, “Think it through, then come ask me.”
With those words, he turned and headed to another part of the Gobi cave, vanishing from sight.
“What time is it?” Xiao Kun asked after sorting his thoughts.
Six full hours had passed since their battle at the Kizil Thousand Buddha Caves.
“Let me explain.” Wu Yingzong knew more details about many things; leaving it to Hulü Guang would make describing this chaotic day impossible.
“Chaosheng, don’t wander off.” Xiao Kun said again.
“I’m just taking a look. Is Big Brother imprisoned in the Abyss Divine Palace? Where is that?”
