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"Donghua, what's going on? It's only been a short while, and you called me back?" Zheyan shouted at the top of his voice as he stepped into the Taichen Palace, his eyebrows and eyes full of undisguised confusion and anxiety. He was wearing a gorgeous dress that swayed with his steps, but at this moment he had lost his usual leisure and ease.

Donghua seemed to be oblivious to Zheyan's somewhat noisy questioning. He stood tall and straight like a pine tree, and his purple robe rustled under the slight agitation of his spiritual power. His deep eyes were like a cold pond, cold and sharp, and they locked tightly on Xinghuan who was lying on a stone couch not far away. At this moment, he stood side by side with Yaoguang, his hands were like nimble butterflies, and his spells changed rapidly, dazzling the eyes. The spiritual power around him was like a surging river, the light was dazzling, and it turned into a substantial stream of light that entangled and swirled around his fingertips, and then like a surging tide, it continuously flowed towards Xinghuan's body.

Yaoguang's face was as white as jade, but at this moment, it was flushed with a strange blush due to her high concentration. Her black hair seemed to have life, flying freely in the violent fluctuation of spiritual power. The fine beads of sweat on her forehead, like dew condensed on grass leaves in the morning, slowly slid down her cheeks one by one, wetting her delicate collar, but she had no time to raise her hand to wipe it.

However, Xinghuan's soul was like a bird trapped in a cage but still unruly, struggling and flapping desperately. The originally invisible soul power now had a layer of cold halo, like surging waves, hitting the defense line built by Donghua and Yaoguang's spiritual power wave after wave. His body trembled slightly on the stone bed, his brows were furrowed, his expression was painful, but mixed with a trace of unshakable determination. The will to die that had been buried deep in his heart for a long time was like an indestructible barrier, imprisoning the instinctive desire for life.

Whenever Donghua and Yaoguang's spiritual power approached like a spirit snake, Xinghuan's soul would instantly stir up a more violent wave, like a calm lake surface thrown into a boulder, and waves of powerful resistance would rise. In that spiritual wave, there seemed to be his silent cry, and his tenacious resistance to the salvation imposed on him. The surging spiritual power was ruthlessly rebounded again and again, shaking the surrounding air buzzing. The process of Donghua and Yaoguang's treatment was like sailing against the current, with many difficulties and obstacles. The two could only grit their teeth and use their deep spiritual power to barely gain a slight upper hand in this tug-of-war between life and death, and hang on to Xinghuan's shaky life, which was like a candle in the wind. In Taichen Palace, the tense atmosphere was like a sword of Damocles hanging high, weighing heavily on every inch of space, as if a slight touch would trigger a disaster that would cause the collapse of the sky and the crack of the earth, making people suffocate.

"Eh? Isn't this Xing Huan? What's going on?" Zhe Yan had just stepped into Taichen Palace when he suddenly paused. His eyes were instantly attracted by Xing Huan, who was lying on a stone couch not far away, and was dying. His eyes widened instantly, full of undisguised surprise and deep confusion. His mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he was speechless for a moment, and he just blurted out this surprised question subconsciously.

Chonglin, who was standing by, heard Zheyan's question, and his facial expression suddenly became more vivid. He could hardly control his eye roll, and it was so intense that only the whites of his eyes were visible. At the same time, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he was trying his best to hold back some emotion, his face was full of the kind of helplessness and undisguised disdain that he wanted to complain about but was hesitant to do so, as if to say, "This matter is really troublesome."

Seeing this, Siming hurriedly took a few steps forward, bowed deeply with an extremely respectful look, bent his body into a perfect arc, clasped his hands, and said respectfully: "Replying to Lord Zheyan, Xing Huan was injured by Qingqiu Bai Qian. When King Yao Ling saw this scene, he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. He was really at a loss, so he had no choice but to ask for help from Taichen Palace, hoping that the emperor could help him. However, Xing Huan knew that his injuries were too serious and he was afraid that he would be useless in the future. He was discouraged and made up his mind to die early. "Sima Ming said this, sighed softly, frowned, and showed a trace of regret and sympathy in his eyes. After a pause, he continued: "At this moment, the Emperor and the God of Yaoguang are doing their best to stabilize Xinghuan's injuries. You see, the Emperor's expression is cold and focused, his hands are constantly chanting, and the spiritual power in his body is continuously injected into Xinghuan's body; the God of Yaoguang also has a solemn expression, and beads of sweat on his forehead are constantly rolling down, but Xinghuan is determined to die, and his soul is resisting and uncooperative, which makes the treatment process difficult."

"What about King Yao Ling?" Zhe Yan frowned slightly, forming a shallow "川" character between his eyebrows. There was a hint of worry and concern in his eyes. He stared at Siming and continued to ask.

"King Yao Ling has taken Po Qiong and Ling Feng to Yingzhou Island to get the Shenzhi grass." Siming still had his head bowed, his expression as calm as water. He responded calmly and methodically. His voice was steady and clear, echoing in the main hall of Taichen Palace.

“I’m afraid those four beasts are not so easy to deal with.” Zheyan said as he cast a spell to join Donghua and Yaoguang to suppress Xinghuan’s injuries.

After Xing Huan's spirit had stabilized a little and was no longer resisting as violently as before, Dong Hua, Yao Guang, and Zhe Yan slowly withdrew their spiritual power. As the spiritual power was recovered, the light receded like a tide, and the hall of Tai Chen Palace also regained some clarity.

"Donghua, is this the matter?" Zheyan shook his sleeves lightly to dispel the remaining spiritual energy halo on his fingertips, then turned to look at Donghua and asked.

Yaoguang heard this and said bluntly, "What else? Why don't you heal the Undying Fire's injuries? Donghua and I can't treat Xinghuan because of the Undying Fire. If the Undying Fire's injuries don't heal, there will be more obstacles to Xinghuan's treatment. You also know that the power of the Undying Fire is inextricably linked to Xinghuan's soul. At the moment, they are restraining each other, which is very troublesome."

Zheyan raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of surprise on his face: "Is the injury of this Immortal Fire so difficult to deal with? I thought that with the abilities of the two of you, you should not be constrained by it." After saying that, he moved towards Xinghuan and carefully explored the state of his soul.

Donghua looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "The reason is quite complicated. The previous attack on the Undying Fire contained special restrictions. Its spiritual power was entangled with Xinghuan's original power. If it is forcibly separated or suppressed, Xinghuan's soul will be severely damaged. But if we save the Undying Fire first, Xinghuan, who is in a state of dying, will find it difficult to stay alive."

Yaoguang snorted, "Humph, if it weren't for Qingqiu Bai Qian's reckless attack, there wouldn't be so many incidents. Now, we are in such a mess, and King Yaoling has been forced to take the risk and go to Yingzhou Island. Yingzhou Island is full of dangers, how can the Shenzhi grass be easily obtained?"

Zheyan raised his hand and stroked his chin. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Let me see how badly the Immortal Fire is injured. Maybe I can find a way to have the best of both worlds." After that, he formed seals with his hands. A soft light slowly rose from his palms and drifted towards the Immortal Fire. Donghua and Yaoguang looked at each other, and both saw a glimmer of hope in each other's eyes. They only hoped that Zheyan could really solve this dilemma, otherwise Xinghuan's life would be in danger. Once Xinghuan was in trouble, I'm afraid that the world would be in turmoil again, and the balance of power would be broken. The unknown crisis was like a haze that shrouded everyone's heart. The solemn atmosphere spread in Taichen Palace for a long time.

Zheyan's hands quickly changed their spells, forming mysterious and complex seals. In his palms, the soft light was like a slowly spreading nebula, gradually spreading to the place where the immortal fire was. His eyebrows were tightly knitted, and his expression was highly focused. On his forehead, fine beads of sweat oozed out one by one, like dew condensed on grass leaves in the morning, and then gathered into a stream, slowly sliding down the sides of his cheeks. In his deep eyes, there was only determination and resoluteness at this moment, as if all the troubles in the world had been thrown behind him, and only the difficult treatment in front of him was his only mission.

As the light gradually grew stronger, it was like a physical spiritual cocoon tightly wrapped around the Undying Fire, and the Undying Fire suddenly became wildly agitated in Xing Huan's body. It was like a trapped prehistoric beast, struggling angrily, releasing wave after wave of fiery and violent power. The surging spiritual power fluctuations made Xing Huan's body tremble and shake violently like a small boat in the midst of stormy waves. Xing Huan's face was twisted in pain, his teeth were clenched, and from time to time he let out a painful moan from his throat. The sound seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his soul, which was heartbreaking.

Donghua saw this and did not hesitate. He waved his hands and the dark purple spiritual power flowed towards Xinghuan like a surging river, quickly building a solid spiritual power shield around him, barely stabilizing Xinghuan's shaky body. Yaoguang floated to the side with a light figure, her beautiful eyes wide open, concentrating on watching the turbulent fluctuations caused by the collision of spiritual power around her, ready to deal with any unexpected situation that might arise.

Zheyan took a deep breath, and the mana in his body gathered like a surging tide, and then poured all of it into the light through his arms. He shouted: "Break!" The sound was like a huge bell, resounding in every corner of Taichen Palace. In an instant, the immortal fire was pulled out of Xinghuan's body with an unstoppable force, like a dazzling and extremely hot stream of light. However, the terrible backlash of power also surged in an instant, like a heavy hammer hitting Zheyan's body. Zheyan's body shook violently, as if he had suffered a thunderous blow, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth like a fountain. The dazzling red drew an arc in the air, ruthlessly dyeing the snow-white clothes in front of him red.

Donghua was quick-witted and stepped forward to support Zheyan's shaky body. A trace of genuine worry flashed in his eyes: "Zheyan, why are you doing this? You don't have to take such a dangerous risk." Zheyan raised his hand weakly and waved it slightly. He forced a smile on his face, but the smile looked particularly sad against his pale face: "It doesn't matter. How can I watch this kid die? It's just that the restriction of the Undying Fire is insidious and cunning, and it is more powerful than I expected. Although I was lucky enough to pull it out, Xinghuan's soul is seriously damaged and still needs careful care before it can recover."

Yaoguang stared at the injured Zheyan, feeling mixed emotions in her heart: "You will need a lot of time and energy to recover from this injury. Fortunately, Xinghuan's life has been saved for now. When King Yaoling goes through untold hardships to retrieve the Shenzhi grass, he should be able to completely escape this life-and-death crisis." At this time, the atmosphere of solemnity and fatigue in Taichen Palace was like a thick dark cloud, heavily permeating every inch of space. Fortunately, this thrilling crisis was finally temporarily relieved, and everyone's hanging hearts were slightly relaxed like a tight bowstring, but everyone's face still had undispersed worries and uneasiness.

"Zheyan, why are you doing this?" Donghua looked at Zheyan, who was seriously injured and vomiting blood, with his brows furrowed, and there was a hint of blame and regret in his words.

“Isn’t this my fault?” Zhe Yan smiled bitterly, his eyes full of guilt and helplessness, “Now Xing Huan has become so sickly and weak, I’m afraid he has no hope of promotion. In the final analysis, it’s all because of my magic weapon.”

"What a twist of fate." Yaoguang sighed, with a trace of compassion and melancholy in her beautiful eyes.

"It's all my fault. I was trapped by obsessions all those years and my mind was not clear. After I woke up, I failed to retrieve my magic weapon in time, which caused the young bird tribe to suffer such a disaster." Zheyan's face was full of shame and his self-blame was beyond words. The magic weapon was originally made by him, but he didn't expect it to become a weapon to hurt his own young people. The regret in his heart surged like a tide.

"Zheyan, don't you have any other way?" Yaoguang still had a glimmer of hope in his heart. He looked up at Zheyan and asked softly.

"No more." Zheyan shook his head slowly, looking lonely, "Si Ming, go and send a message to King Yao Ling, telling him not to bother collecting the Shenzhi grass anymore. Xing Huan is in this condition now, even the Shenzhi grass can't save him." Upon hearing this, Si Ming nodded silently, turned around and went to deliver the message, leaving only a heavy and sad feeling in the Taichen Palace, and everyone was saddened by the fickleness of fate.

"Even the Shenzhi grass doesn't work?" Yaoguang raised his head slightly, his eyes full of unwillingness and confusion, and asked anxiously.

“Unless someone cultivates the power of vitality, even if it is only of a low level, and combined with my phoenix blood, it may be possible to repair Xinghuan’s injuries. But now in this world, where can one find someone who can cultivate the power of vitality? And Xinghuan’s condition is urgent, and any delay may cause him to fall into an irretrievable situation.” Zheyan frowned, his face full of worry and helplessness. As he spoke, his figure seemed a little lonely and depressed.

"Can we use the Precious Lotus Lantern?" Donghua gave a thoughtful suggestion with a deep gaze, and he seemed to be thinking quickly under his calm face.

"Theoretically, the Lotus Lantern is feasible, but it has been sealed. If it is to be used, someone must be able to break the seal, and Mo Yuan must agree. After all, it was something that the Mother Goddess left for Mo Yuan, and the connections are complicated, so it is not easy to use it." Zhe Yan sighed softly, as if he was a little breathless under the pressure of these difficulties. In Taichen Palace, everyone fell into silence, and the atmosphere was as heavy as a substance. Everyone was thinking hard, trying to find a ray of hope in this desperate situation, but hope was so slim, like a star far away in the sky, out of reach.