The Immortal Physician's Transmigration: Miraculous Rejuvenation

Although Ye Yuanchen and the others were physically and mentally injured after being blasted away, the determination in their eyes remained undiminished. They knew that giving up at this moment would mean that the Three Realms would fall into endless darkness and destruction, a result they could not tolerate.

"We can't be defeated like this. There must be a way to unlock the secrets of this sacred object." Ye Yuanchen endured the pain in his body, struggled to stand up, and looked once again at the crystal ball that emitted a powerful light but was still out of reach.

Mu Wanyue slowly stood up, gently wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth. The Spirit Whip in her hand shimmered with a faint light: "That's right, we have gone through countless hardships and dangers along the way, and this time we will definitely find a way out."

Lu Zixuan frowned, lost in deep thought. He repeatedly recalled his previous operation of the runes and mechanisms, trying to find the mistake: "We injected spiritual power in the order of the runes, which seemed correct, but perhaps we overlooked some details, such as the intensity of the spiritual power, the rhythm of injection, or there may be a deeper connection between these runes."

Bai Youruo played the Spiritual Sound Flute, its melody carrying a soothing power that helped calm everyone's chaotic spiritual energy and restless minds. Surrounded by the flute's music, the group gradually calmed down and began to re-examine their surroundings.

Ye Yuanchen closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and sensed the spiritual energy fluctuations of this chaotic land. He tried to merge his spiritual energy with the surrounding environment to explore the mysteries hidden deep within. Suddenly, he noticed a subtle clue to spiritual energy, a clue that seemed to subtly resonate with the runes on the stone platform.

“I think I’ve discovered something.” Ye Yuanchen opened his eyes, a hint of surprise in them. “The spiritual energy in this chaotic land is not without rules. It resonates with the runes on the stone platform. We simply injected spiritual energy according to the order of the runes before, without considering the power of this resonance.”

Upon hearing this, Mu Wanyue, Lu Zixuan, and Bai Youruo all focused their attention on the spiritual energy resonance that Ye Yuanchen had mentioned. They tried to adjust their own spiritual energy to capture that faint resonance fluctuation.

Lu Zixuan was the first to have an insight. He said, "I understand. We need to guide the spiritual energy of the Chaos Land into the mechanism groove at the same time as injecting spiritual energy, according to the rhythm of this resonance. Only in this way can we truly activate the mechanism on the stone platform."

Following Lu Zixuan's instructions, everyone stood once again in front of the grooves around the stone platform. Ye Yuanchen took a deep breath, inserted the Spirit Void Holy Sword into the ground, and used the sword as a medium to guide the spiritual energy of the Chaos Land to slowly gather. Mu Wanyue, Lu Zixuan, and Bai Youruo also used their respective techniques to fuse their own spiritual energy with the chaotic spiritual energy, and then carefully poured it into the grooves according to the order of the runes.

This time, with the infusion of spiritual energy, the runes on the stone platform shone brightly, no longer flickering as before. The golden halo around the crystal ball rotated more steadily, the crystal ball stopped trembling, and the runes inside began to flow in an orderly fashion, as if responding to their efforts.

However, just when they thought they were about to successfully activate the relic, a powerful force of trial surged from the crystal ball. This force transformed into phantoms, each depicting a scene of their deepest fears and pain.

Before Ye Yuanchen's eyes appeared a scene of the Spirit Realm being completely swallowed by dark forces. The beings of the three realms struggled desperately in the darkness, and his relatives and friends fell one by one before him, while he was powerless to help. This scene was like a sharp blade, piercing his heart and causing a slight wavering in his resolve.

What Mu Wanyue saw was herself losing all her power in the battle, becoming a useless burden to her teammates. She watched helplessly as Ye Yuanchen and the others gradually fell in the battle against the dark forces, while she could only cry on the sidelines. This sense of powerlessness brought her to the brink of collapse.

Lu Zixuan faced the prospect of all his carefully laid formations being easily broken by the forces of darkness, rendering his wisdom and efforts utterly worthless in the face of darkness. He fell into deep self-doubt, unsure of what else he could do to save the Three Realms.

In Bai Youruo's illusion, her flute music had lost all its power, no longer able to help her teammates. She watched as Ye Yuanchen and the others were wounded and battered by the attacks of the dark creatures, while she could only utter silent flute music. This sense of despair made her soul tremble.

Under the attacks of these phantoms, the group's mental defenses gradually crumbled, and their spiritual energy began to become disordered. However, their belief in protecting the Three Realms remained as bright as a lamp, stubbornly shining in the darkness.

Ye Yuanchen gritted his teeth, constantly reminding himself, "This is just an illusion, not reality. I cannot be defeated by it; I must save the Three Realms!" He circulated his spiritual power, trying to dispel the illusion before him, but the illusion followed him relentlessly, constantly eroding his will.

Mu Wanyue gripped the Spirit Whip tightly, recalling every moment she had shared with Ye Yuanchen and the others, the laughter and tears they had shed together, and the gratitude of the creatures they had saved. These memories became her source of power. She swung the Spirit Whip fiercely, and the pink light instantly dispelled the surrounding illusions.

"Don't be fooled by the illusions, hold fast to your beliefs!" Mu Wanyue shouted.

Hearing Mu Wanyue's call, Lu Zixuan was jolted awake from his self-doubt. He remembered his original intention in studying formations: to protect the Three Realms and to ensure that all living beings on this land could live in peace and prosperity. He rallied his spirits and, with his strong willpower, constructed formations in his mind to dispel the illusions that were corrupting his mind.

Bai Youruo closed her eyes, immersing her soul in the flute music. She recalled the trusting eyes and grateful smiles of her teammates every time she played the flute, and these beautiful memories made her flute music resonate once more. This time, the flute music was no longer weak, but filled with determination and power, completely shattering the illusions in her heart.

After everyone overcame their inner fears and the attacks of the phantoms, the crystal ball on the stone platform was finally fully activated. A seven-colored light shot into the sky, illuminating the entire chaotic land. A powerful and pure energy surged from the crystal ball, slowly flowing into Ye Yuanchen and the others' bodies. They felt this energy repairing their damaged bodies and spiritual power, while simultaneously enhancing their strength.

"We succeeded!" Ye Yuanchen shouted excitedly, looking at the radiant crystal ball in his hand, his heart filled with joy and pride.

Mu Wanyue, Lu Zixuan, and Bai Youruo all showed relieved smiles. They knew that the power of this sacred object would become a powerful aid in their efforts to save the Three Realms, and they had taken another step closer to their goal of successfully saving the Three Realms.

Armed with the power of the sacred artifact, Ye Yuanchen and the others departed the Chaos Land, embarking on their journey back to the Three Realms. They knew that many more challenges awaited them, but they were fearless, for they possessed the power to change the fate of the Three Realms.