The Immortal Physician's Transmigration: Miraculous Rejuvenation

Carrying the secret manual containing ancient sealing techniques, Ye Yuanchen and the others, filled with hope and determination, hurriedly returned to the Spirit Realm. They knew that their mission was to completely end the rampage of dark forces and forge an unbreakable shield of peace for the Spirit Realm and even the entire Three Realms. Every step they took felt like walking on the strings of destiny, allowing no room for error or negligence.

"Although this sealing technique is exquisite, its complexity and danger far exceed our imagination. However, we will do our utmost to accomplish this feat. The peace of the Spirit Realm and the Three Realms depends entirely on this." Ye Yuanchen's expression was solemn, his gaze as firm as a rock, and he gripped the secret manual tightly in his hand. The manual seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, carrying the hopes and future of countless living beings.

Mu Wanyue nodded slightly, the Spirit Whip trembling gently in her hand, as if resonating with her determination: "What you say is absolutely right. We should work together to study this secret and ensure that nothing goes wrong, so that darkness has no chance to take advantage of us again."

Lu Zixuan took the manual and instantly immersed himself in it, analyzing and interpreting it word by word. His brows furrowed and relaxed at times, he muttered incantations, and his fingers traced the shapes of the spiritual energy runes and the complex and mysterious trajectories of spiritual energy recorded in the manual. Every detail was like a piece of a puzzle, which he constantly pieced together in his mind, trying to reconstruct a complete and clear picture of the sealing method.

Bai Youruo began to play the Lingxu Lingyin Flute. The flute's melodious notes, like a clear mountain spring or a gentle breeze through the forest, created a tranquil and focused atmosphere for everyone. Surrounded by the flute's music, their thoughts became clearer, as if they had established an invisible connection with the ancient wisdom within the secret manual, making it easier for them to comprehend its profound mysteries.

After in-depth investigation, the group finally grasped the core secrets of the sealing technique. This art requires using a specific arrangement of spiritual runes as a guide at the source of the dark power, supplemented by the purifying power of a divine artifact, to construct a vast and intricate sealing array. Once activated, the array will form an incredibly powerful vortex of spiritual energy, resembling a black hole in the universe, possessing the power to devour everything. It can gradually absorb the source of the dark power into it, ultimately achieving a permanent seal, imprisoning it forever in the endless abyss of darkness, preventing it from ever causing further trouble.

"The most urgent task is to find the exact location of the source of the dark power before we can begin to set up the sealing formation." After saying this, Ye Yuanchen stood with his sword in hand, his spiritual power surging around him, as if he was accumulating strength for the difficult journey ahead.

Drawing upon their extensive experience honed from past battles against dark forces, and their exceptionally keen perception of spiritual energy fluctuations, the group once again ventured into the area of ​​the Spirit Realm most severely corrupted by darkness. Along the way, they witnessed the Spirit Realm showing signs of recovery despite previous efforts; however, the remnants of dark power lingered like persistent ghosts, wreaking havoc in certain corners, leaving behind only desolation and ruin. These tragic scenes only strengthened their unwavering resolve to completely seal away the dark power, igniting an inextinguishable flame of rage within them.

Upon reaching a bottomless abyss of darkness, an extremely powerful and malevolent aura surged forth like a raging tsunami. Within the abyss, black mist, like the tentacles of a demon, churned and surged wildly, occasionally erupting with black lightning like raging dragons and blazing black flames. Space itself was twisted and contorted, a terrifying passage leading to an endless dark purgatory, inspiring awe and fear.

"This place must be the source of the dark power. We must set up the formation immediately without delay," Ye Yuanchen said in a deep voice. With that, he leaped into the air, like a shooting star streaking across the sky. The Spirit Void Holy Sword in his hand flashed with light, and following the instructions in the manual, he began to concentrate intently on inscribing complex and mysterious spiritual runes in the air. Each stroke was imbued with all his spiritual power and will; the runes shimmered with golden light in the air, like stars of hope lit in the darkness.

Seeing this, Mu Wanyue followed suit, wielding her Spirit Whip. The whip drew graceful yet sharp arcs in the air, and wherever the tip passed, pink light scattered like flower petals, mingling with the runes inscribed by Ye Yuanchen. She continuously poured her own spiritual power into it, making the runes more stable and brighter, as if they had been given life, shining brilliantly in the air.

Lu Zixuan swiftly deployed his forces on the ground, skillfully and precisely arranging various array flags and spirit crystals. Under his control, the array flags, like well-trained soldiers, rapidly formed specific formations on the ground, creating a solid framework for the sealing array. Each array flag resonated with the runes in the air, forming a complete and ingenious system for transmitting spiritual energy. He would occasionally crouch down to adjust the position and angle of the spirit crystals, ensuring that spiritual energy could flow smoothly and unimpeded within the array, as if building unobstructed spiritual energy highways for the array.

Bai Youruo played the Lingxu Lingyin Flute, the flute's notes transforming into an invisible yet powerful force, like nimble threads weaving between the runes and array flags. It coordinated the flow of spiritual energy, making the entire array resemble a massive, precisely functioning machine, its components working seamlessly together to ensure its balance and stability. With the flute's assistance, the array's spiritual energy fluctuations grew increasingly intense, as if announcing the arrival and resolve of the dark forces.

With their tireless efforts, the sealing formation gradually took shape. The formation radiated a dazzling light, runes flickered and danced, and array flags fluttered in the wind. A powerful spiritual energy, strong enough to shake the heavens and earth, rippled outwards. However, the source of the dark power seemed to sense this impending catastrophe and began a frantic and desperate resistance.

The black mist from the abyss surged forth like a raging tide, instantly transforming into various grotesque and terrifying dark creatures. Some of these creatures resembled giant spiders, their eight long legs like sharp scythes, carving deep furrows in the ground; others were like soaring dragons, spewing black venom and flames from their mouths, burning everything in their path to ashes; still others were like gigantic demons, waving their thick arms, each swing creating a black whirlwind and emitting a nauseating stench, as if they were evil spirits crawling out of the abyss of hell, baring their fangs and claws as they pounced on Ye Yuanchen and the others.

Ye Yuanchen and the others showed no fear, their gazes unwavering, their hearts filled with only one belief: to seal the dark power and protect the peace of the Three Realms. They continued to concentrate intently on perfecting the sealing formation, as if all the dangers of the outside world were irrelevant to them. Ye Yuanchen unleashed the "Spirit Realm Chaos Suppressing God Technique," the Spirit Void Holy Sword transforming in his hand into a golden lightning bolt, cleaving through the dark sky. Each swing annihilated a swarm of approaching dark creatures, the golden light shining like the blazing sun, dispelling the gloom of darkness.

Mu Wanyue wielded the Spirit Whip, which danced in the air, creating streaks of pink light that acted as impenetrable shields, repelling the attacks of the dark creatures. Simultaneously, she skillfully used the whip's power to engulf the repelled creatures. The pink light, like purifying fire, instantly transformed the creatures into wisps of black smoke that dissipated into the air.

Lu Zixuan moved with ease within the formation, nimbly navigating between the array flags and constantly adjusting their angles and spiritual energy output. He would sometimes crouch down to touch the flags, feeling the flow of spiritual energy; at other times, he would stand up, surveying the entire formation and directing it to unleash beams of spiritual energy. These beams of light, dense as raindrops, accurately struck down the dark creatures attempting to approach the core of the formation, significantly relieving pressure on Ye Yuanchen and Mu Wanyue.

Bai Youruo played the Spiritual Sound Flute, its melody becoming soaring and high-pitched, like a battle horn. The sound waves transformed into sharp blades, slicing through the bodies of the dark creatures, causing them to struggle and roar in agony. She poured her own soul power into the flute's melody without reservation, attempting to dispel the evil spirits within the dark creatures, weaken their attacks, and create a more favorable fighting environment for everyone.

With everyone's tenacious resistance, the dark creatures' attacks were gradually brought under control. But they knew in their hearts that this was merely the prelude to sealing the source of the dark power; the real test was yet to come, like the calm before the storm, only temporary.

Once the sealing formation was fully in place, Ye Yuanchen, wielding the divine artifact, descended like a war god, flying to the core of the formation. He took a deep breath and slowly poured the purifying power of the artifact into the formation like a surging river. Instantly, the artifact shone brightly, its runes gleaming with dazzling light, and the purifying power surged like a mighty tide towards the dark abyss.

Sensing the immense threat of the artifact's purifying power, the source of the dark forces unleashed a deafening roar. This roar, like a thunderclap, shook the entire spirit realm. The black mist in the abyss, like a maddened demon, swirled wildly, forming a colossal black vortex. Within the vortex, black lightning danced like dragons, and flames burned like hellfire, attempting to resist the artifact's purifying power, as if in a final, desperate struggle.

"Everyone, let's unite and draw the dark power into the formation!" Ye Yuanchen shouted, his voice booming like a bell, echoing through the sky. He poured all his spiritual power into the artifact and the formation without reservation. Veins bulged on his forehead, sweat poured down his face, but his eyes grew increasingly firm, as if burning with an inextinguishable fighting spirit.

Upon hearing this, Mu Wanyue, Lu Zixuan, and Bai Youruo unhesitatingly transferred their power to Ye Yuanchen. Mu Wanyue wielded the Spirit Whip, which coiled around Ye Yuanchen's arm like a nimble serpent, continuously channeling her spiritual energy into him. Her eyes were filled with trust and determination, as if telling Ye Yuanchen, "I will fight alongside you, through life and death."

Lu Zixuan swiftly moved through the formation, manipulating its various nodes to guide the spiritual energy within towards Ye Yuanchen like rivers flowing into the sea. His hands moved rapidly, chanting incantations; every movement was precise, every command perfectly timed, providing powerful support for Ye Yuanchen's attack.

Bai Youruo played the Lingxu Lingyin Flute, and the flute's sound transformed into a powerful force, merging with the power of the divine artifact. Like a righteous torrent, it together suppressed the dark forces. She closed her eyes tightly, pouring all her soul power into the flute's sound, as if engaging in a battle of souls with the dark forces.

With everyone's combined efforts, the artifact's purifying power gradually gained the upper hand. The dark vortex was slowly pulled into the sealing formation, and the source of the dark power struggled and resisted painfully under the influence of the purifying power. It continuously released black energy waves, attempting to break through the sealing formation's constraints, but all its efforts were in vain against everyone's tenacious resistance.

However, just as the dark power was about to be completely sealed, an unexpected event occurred. A powerful dark energy, capable of destroying everything, erupted from the abyss like a demon's roar. This dark energy, like a black sun, instantly broke through part of the sealing formation's defenses and swept towards Ye Yuanchen and the others like a raging tsunami.

This dark energy was extremely powerful; wherever it went, space was torn apart, and time seemed to freeze. Ye Yuanchen and the others were instantly enveloped by the dark energy, feeling an immense pressure as heavy as a mountain crashing down on them. Their bodies felt as if countless sharp steel needles were piercing them simultaneously, and their souls were subjected to an unprecedentedly intense impact. Every inch of their skin trembled in agony, and every soul struggled in the darkness.

"Hold on! Don't let the darkness prevail!" Ye Yuanchen shouted, enduring the excruciating pain in his body and soul. He gritted his teeth, maximizing the purifying power of the divine artifact to try and withstand the frenzied onslaught of dark energy. His eyes burned with an indomitable flame, as if declaring to the forces of darkness: "We will never yield!"

Mu Wanyue, Lu Zixuan, and Bai Youruo gritted their teeth and channeled their spiritual power to support Ye Yuanchen. Mu Wanyue wielded the Spirit Whip, unleashing the immortal technique "Spirit Dance Illusion Whip Void Break." The whip transformed into a pink streak of light, like a shooting star weaving through the dark energy, attempting to break through its encirclement. Her figure danced gracefully in the air, each swing of the whip carrying boundless determination and courage.

Under the fierce onslaught of dark energy, Lu Zixuan struggled to control the remaining power of the formation. His body swayed precariously like a candle in the wind, but his eyes remained unwavering. He used all his strength to concentrate the spiritual energy within the formation, forming a thin yet tenacious shield to protect everyone's safety. He knew that this shield was their last line of defense; if it fell, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Bai Youruo played the Lingxu Lingyin Flute, and the flute's notes transformed into a powerful force of soul purification, like a beam of holy light attempting to dispel the evil souls within the dark energy. Her face was as pale as snow, but her hands, playing the flute, were as steady as a rock. She poured her entire soul's power into the flute's notes without reservation, as if lighting a beacon of hope in the darkness.

In this life-or-death crisis, Ye Yuanchen suddenly remembered a mysterious power he had accidentally comprehended during his cultivation—the power of the spirit realm's origin. This power was the core of the spirit realm, containing boundless vitality and purifying abilities, the source of growth and prosperity for all things in the spirit realm. However, it was also extremely difficult to control, like a sleeping behemoth; once awakened, it would backfire if not properly controlled. But in order to completely seal the dark power and save the spirit realm and the three realms from their dire straits, Ye Yuanchen decided to take the risk and try.

He slowly closed his eyes, clearing his mind of all distractions, concentrating all his energy, and began to guide the primordial power of the spiritual realm within his body. As he guided it, a powerful and mysterious force, like a sleeping beast awakened, slowly surged forth from his body. This power merged with his spiritual energy and the purifying power of the divine artifact, forming an even more powerful torrent. A golden light emanated from his body, containing boundless vitality and a purifying aura, as if he were a god descended to earth.

"Transfer your power to me!" Ye Yuanchen shouted, his voice filled with authority and determination.

Mu Wanyue, Lu Zixuan, and Bai Youruo unhesitatingly transferred their power to Ye Yuanchen. With the combined power of the group, Ye Yuanchen's strength reached an unprecedented peak. He suddenly opened his eyes, which flashed with golden light, like a golden sun. He raised the Lingxu Holy Sword high and swung it fiercely at the dark energy.

This sword strike contained the chaotic power of the spirit realm, the purifying power of a divine artifact, the primordial power of the spirit realm, and the spiritual power of everyone present. Its power was earth-shattering, enough to split the heavens and the earth. An enormous golden blade of light flew out from the Spirit Void Holy Sword, like a golden meteor streaking across the dark sky. Wherever the blade of light touched, the dark energy was sliced ​​in two as easily as cutting tofu, and then gradually dissipated into the air like snow meeting the blazing sun.

Having successfully averted this deadly crisis, Ye Yuanchen and the others dared not slacken their efforts in the slightest. They knew that relaxing at this moment would be tantamount to condoning the dark forces. They continued to push the sealing formation to its limit, each person exerting their spiritual power to the extreme. With the purifying power of the divine artifact and the concerted efforts of everyone, the source of the dark forces was finally completely absorbed into the sealing formation. Following the instructions in the manual, Ye Yuanchen completed the final sealing ritual.

With the sealing ceremony successfully completed, the black mist in the Dark Abyss gradually dissipated like the receding tide, and the space returned to its former peace and tranquility. The dark power of the Spirit Realm was completely sealed, and this land once shrouded in darkness once again radiated vitality and boundless energy. Sunlight shone on the earth again, spiritual plants swayed gracefully, spiritual springs gurgled, and the inhabitants of the Spirit Race laughed and chattered, presenting the entire Spirit Realm with a peaceful and beautiful scene.

Ye Yuanchen and the others landed exhausted on the ground, their clothes tattered and their bodies covered in wounds, but their faces beamed with the joy and pride of victory. They knew that after countless hardships and life-or-death trials, they had finally succeeded in protecting the peace and tranquility of the Spirit Realm and the Three Realms. Their names would be etched in the annals of history, making them eternal heroes of the Three Realms.