System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

After Qing Tianyu'er was quietly moved into the Northern Underworld Immortal Mansion, her second primordial spirit, Chen Xuan, acted as a mysterious guide, leading her to the dreamlike Golden Summit of Tangwu Mountain.

The Immortal Abode space is like a corner forgotten by time, where the sun never shines, except for faint streaks of starlight in the sky, which quietly streak across the heavens like various aurora borealis and star seas.

Although the entire Tangwu Mountain could be moved here, it would be difficult to make it a permanent place of residence, but only a temporary place for short-term rest and relocation.

Naturally, Chen Xuan has only just mastered the first level of the mysterious nine-layered space of the Northern Underworld Immortal Mansion. As for whether the subsequent spatial structure is more complete, it is like a mystery shrouded in mist, making it difficult to know.

Inside the dwelling, the candles flickered gracefully, their dancing light like gentle hands caressing the face of the aloof and beautiful young woman in blue on the bed.

The second primordial spirit, Chen Xuan, sat cross-legged on the futon in his residence, like a serene sculpture. A cluster of true fire in his hand, like a lively little sprite, josily burned in the alchemy furnace.

Wisps of white, medicinal smoke, like ethereal clouds, drifted through the cracks of the alchemy furnace, bubbling and billowing outwards.

Time passed quietly like flowing water. After an unknown amount of time, the girl in blue on the bed suddenly trembled, her eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings. Then, she seemed to wake up from a deep dream.

Those fearful eyes, like a startled fawn, looked around instinctively, seemingly searching for some familiar figure.

Her voice was extremely weak, like a gentle breeze rustling through fallen leaves, as she softly called out the names of Grandpa Sang and the others.

"You're awake?" Chen Xuan, the second primordial spirit, rarely revealed his true form in front of others as a hidden trump card.

He was dressed in white, with a handsome and refined face, like a snow lotus atop a snow-capped mountain, pure and untouched by dust. Like the original, he remained calm and composed no matter what happened, possessing an ethereal and otherworldly aura, as if he were an immortal who had stepped out of a painting.

The girl's weak voice, like a gentle breeze, echoed softly in the quiet dwelling.

Upon seeing the girl awaken, Chen Xuan, dressed in white, immediately stopped burning the medicine furnace with his true fire. He then used a spell to guide spiritual energy, which flowed into the furnace like a nimble bird. A wisp of viscous, azure liquid, like a dancing ribbon, floated out of the furnace and landed in the jade bottle in his hand.

He stood up, took the jade bottle, looked at the girl, and said calmly, "Your injuries are extremely serious. The spiritual medicine I have is of a very low grade, and I can only do my best to stabilize your blood and qi. If you continue to act as you did before, and your emotions become agitated, causing your blood to rush to your heart, your injuries will inevitably worsen. At that time, I will be helpless."

The unfamiliar man's voice suddenly entered her ears, almost touching her. The girl was slightly startled, her petite body shrinking back against the wall like a frightened rabbit, her sharp eyes slowly turning to the unfamiliar young man.

Fortunately, even though she had suffered a severe injury and was saved by Grandpa Sang on her deathbed, she could still vaguely recall the young man in front of the campfire that night.

Seeing the girl's eyes and reaction, Chen Xuan felt relieved, which saved him a lot of trouble explaining himself.

"My grandfather Sang...they..." The girl's voice was weak, but it still had an ethereal penetrating power, as if it could penetrate people's hearts.

Seeing the girl's expression of not accepting the facts and still clinging to a sliver of hope, Chen Xuan in white shook his head slightly, his words as cold as ice: "Burning the Golden Lotus Primordial Spirit, the physical body turns to ashes, death and annihilation of the soul, this is an established fact."

When Chen Xuan so coldly stated the truth, the girl could no longer suppress her emotions and began to sob softly in helplessness.