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In the fairy palace filled with fairy mist and precious aura, the atmosphere was so heavy that it was almost suffocating, as if even the air was frozen by invisible pressure. King Yao Ling knelt on his knees with a "thump", his body trembling slightly due to nervousness, and his face was full of panic and anxiety. He raised his head, his eyes full of pleading and determination, and even his voice trembled unconsciously: "Please rest assured, I will never say a word, otherwise I am willing to die and my soul will be scattered!" As he spoke, he raised his hand and raised three fingers, shaking his fingertips lightly, as if he was eagerly swearing to the gods of heaven and earth to show his determination, as if any hesitation would bring about an irreparable disaster.

Yaoguang was dressed in a white dress that was whiter than snow, and the corners of her dress fluttered gently in the faint breeze in the hall, like a banished immortal. She looked calm, and when she heard the words, she opened her pearly teeth slightly, and said in a clear and firm voice: "I, Yaoguang, am not the kind of person who gossips about others behind their backs." These words were spoken loudly and echoed in the hall, with an unquestionable confidence, as if to tear a hole in the solemn atmosphere.

However, Jiaojiao turned a deaf ear to everything around her. Donghua was the only one in her eyes, and her gaze was fixed on him like a drowning person grasping at the last straw. There was inquiry, exploration, and a hint of dependence that others could hardly detect in her eyes. Donghua nodded slightly, as if he had a telepathic connection with her. The movement was so small that it was like a meteor flashing across the night sky. If Jiaojiao hadn't been staring at her closely, it would have been almost imperceptible.

After getting Donghua's response, Jiaojiao said no more. Her expression was stern, and she slowly raised her bare hands. In an instant, a soft glow appeared all over her body, as warm as the morning light of spring. This was the flow of vitality. In the light, countless tiny runes seemed to be looming, mysterious and profound. As she operated the spell, the light became more and more dazzling, like a gathering of stars, gradually forming a brilliant light belt, rushing towards Xinghuan who was seriously injured and unconscious not far away.

The moment the light band touched Xing Huan, it spread out as if it had life, enveloping his lifeless body. Xing Huan was already seriously injured and could hardly maintain his human form. At this moment, the peacock feathers that appeared on his face were slowly dissipating under the cover of the vitality. The originally gorgeous feathers, like a candle in the wind, dimmed little by little, turning into tiny points of light, blending into the light full of vitality.

At the same time, Xing Huan's pale face began to change. The originally sunken eye sockets seemed to gradually regain some fullness, and the bloodless lips slowly turned a faint pink. The skin on his face was no longer the terrifying blue-gray color as before, but was replaced by a gradually surging rosy complexion, as if the vitality of life was reawakened by this powerful vitality. With the injection of every bit of vitality, Xing Huan's breath became more stable and powerful, and the rise and fall of his chest became more obvious, as if he was being pulled back to the world full of hope step by step from the endless dark abyss.

King Yao Ling stared at Xing Huan with his eyes wide open, his heart filled with excitement and nervousness. He was afraid that any sound or movement from him would interfere with Jiao Jiao's spellcasting, thus affecting Xing Huan's recovery.

As time went by, King Yao Ling's heartbeat became faster and faster, and a thin layer of sweat even seeped out of his forehead. However, after only a few breaths, Jiao Jiao suddenly stopped casting the spell.

King Yao Ling's heart tightened and he almost opened his mouth to ask, but he held back and waited quietly for Jiaojiao to speak.

Jiaojiao slowly turned around and faced King Yao Ling with a relaxed smile on her face. She said softly, "Okay, it's all right now. However, because he was delayed for a long time, his peak state of the Supreme Immortal is a little unstable. He needs to recuperate for a while and then practice again."

King Yao Ling nodded quickly to show that he understood. Then, he hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking, "What about his injuries..."

Jiaojiao seemed to know what King Yaoling wanted to ask. She interrupted him and continued, "Don't worry, his injuries have fully recovered. Moreover, I left a trace of immortal fire in his meridians."

Upon hearing this, King Yao Ling's eyes suddenly lit up, but then he showed a worried look. He asked, "Will this immortal fire have any effect on him?"

Jiaojiao smiled and explained, "The peacock is a descendant of the phoenix and possesses certain talents and potential. Although this wisp of immortal fire is powerful, it is not impossible to refine. Whether he can refine it into his own strength depends on his own luck."