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With both hands, it is perfectly integrated into the new body, achieving perpetual life;
Finally, he used the Feng Hou Qi Men technique to alter fate and remove the protective formation;
This allows Feng Baobao to be resurrected and to achieve a perfect Dao body.
However, the result was disastrous.
These extreme forces, each going to its own extreme, are like water and fire, ice and sun.
Instead of stabilizing Feng Baobao's body, it was like several bombs detonated at the same time, unleashing an even more terrifying energy storm within her already fragile body.
The storm almost instantly broke through her last line of defense, causing her already dwindling life force to collapse in an avalanche-like manner.
If Wugensheng hadn't acted decisively, risking serious injury to forcibly neutralize the rampaging energy with his divine power, Feng Baobao would probably have been annihilated on the spot.
"It's all my fault...it's all my fault..."
Wugensheng clutched his head, collapsed to his knees in anguish, and cried out in despair like a cornered beast with nowhere to run.
"I was too arrogant... I thought I understood the ultimate truths of the world and could defy fate... but in the end... I ended up pushing her to her doom!"
He repeatedly banged his head against the cold ground, making dull thuds, as if only this physical pain could slightly alleviate the regret and self-blame in his heart that was enough to devour a person.
Zhang Yunyuan watched all of this quietly, seeing this man who had been so spirited and determined to rebuild the world not long ago, now as humble as a stray dog.
The anger in his heart was replaced by a more complex and heavier emotion when he saw the girl with weak breath on the stone bed.
He slowly walked to the stone bed, reached out, and gently placed his hand on Feng Baobao's wrist.
A wisp of pure Returning to Truth magic carefully probed into her body.
Upon first contact, Zhang Yunyuan's heart sank.
The situation was worse than he had imagined.
Feng Baobao's body was like a ruin that had just experienced an apocalyptic war.
Several distinct yet equally domineering remnants of extraordinary techniques, like a band of bandits ruling the mountains, raged, collided, and crushed each other in her already fragile meridians.
Her core life essence and primordial Qi were like a candle flame about to be extinguished in a storm, its light extremely faint and likely to dissipate completely at any moment.
Zhang Yunyuan slowly withdrew his hand, his expression solemn.
Given her current condition, even a god or a celestial being descending to earth would likely be powerless to save her.
Ordinary medications and treatments are simply unable to reach the source of her near-collapse.
Forcing the flow of Qi is like pouring water into a leaky bucket—it's pointless.
Is it really just a matter of watching her helplessly...?
Countless thoughts flashed through Zhang Yunyuan's mind.
A vague image, long forgotten in the depths of his memory, suddenly became clear.
That was a visit he made several years ago in Baojing County, Xiangxi.
That resurrection plant!
Its effects can stabilize the life essence and primordial Qi that are on the verge of collapse!
Isn't this exactly... the right medicine?!
An unprecedented glint suddenly flashed in Zhang Yunyuan's eyes.
Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately took out the treasure box from his bosom.
A small plant, entirely purple with silver veins on its leaves, appeared in his palm.
As soon as the grass appeared, an indescribable, serene yet vibrant fragrance instantly filled the entire stone chamber.
Even the chaotic and violent residual Qi field around seemed to become somewhat gentler under the soothing effect of this fragrance.
Wugensheng, who was kneeling on the ground and banging his head against the ground like a madman, suddenly stopped.
His bloodshot eyes, already filled with despair and regret, instinctively followed the direction from which the fragrance was coming.
When he saw the small grass emitting a faint purple light in Zhang Yunyuan's palm, he was struck as if by lightning and froze on the spot.
Wugensheng was knowledgeable and had a thorough understanding of all the rare and exotic plants in the world.
He could tell at a glance that this was no ordinary item!
What flowed on it was a life rhythm that he had never seen before, almost like the "Tao"!
"This...this is..."
Wugensheng's voice was dry and hoarse, filled with an incredulous tremor.
For the first time, a faint, desperate glimmer of light, like someone grasping at a last straw, rekindled in those eyes that had long been lifeless.
"The Resurrection Grass of Western Hunan"
Zhang Yunyuan's words were concise and to the point.
"Perhaps, it can save her life."
He didn't offer much explanation, nor did he have time to do so.
He walked to the stone bed and gently placed the resurrection plant on Feng Baobao's chest.
Then, he extended his right hand, bringing his index and middle fingers together, and a wisp of condensed golden Qi slowly emerged from the tip of his finger.
He gently placed that ray of golden light onto the Soul-Returning Grass.
The moment the Resurrection Grass came into contact with the golden light, it was not destroyed, but rather melted and liquefied rapidly, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun.
Ultimately, it transformed into a fist-sized ball of pure life energy radiating a soft purple light.
Zhang Yunyuan dared not delay and immediately placed his palm on it.
Using his own pure Taoist Qi as a guide, he carefully directed the vast yet gentle life energy, slowly infusing it into Feng Baobao's body.
That purple energy, like an emperor descending, did not guard the dying candle, but instead rushed straight into the heart of the chaotic battlefield!
Instead of suppressing or reconciling, it transformed into a deep purple vortex in a more domineering and unreasonable manner, forcibly pulling and devouring all the remaining power of those strange techniques that were still clashing with each other!
Water and fire, ice and yang—these fundamentally conflicting forces, under the forced fusion of the purple vortex, were not annihilated but instead pushed to a higher level, achieving a profound balance!
Inside the stone chamber, strange phenomena suddenly occurred!
Feng Baobao's body moved on its own without any wind, slowly floating into the air.
Within her body, the new power formed by the fusion of the remnants of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques and the energy of the Soul-Returning Grass transformed into a seven-colored pillar of light that pierced through heaven and earth, shooting up from the top of her head and penetrating straight to the top of the cave!
Her originally sallow skin became smooth and lustrous, radiating a faint, precious glow.
The life force that was on the verge of extinction, nourished by this new life force, was like a spark thrown into the sun, instantly transforming into a dazzling sea of light, endlessly regenerating!
The perfect Dao body has actually been achieved!
Zhang Yunyuan slowly withdrew his hand, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, his eyes filled with shock.
He turned his head and looked at Wugensheng beside him.
The once arrogant leader of Quanxing Sect was now kneeling on the ground, staring intently at his daughter, who resembled a goddess, in mid-air.
He reached out, his hand trembling, wanting to touch, yet not daring to.
Two streams of hot tears silently slid down his bloodshot eyes.
Those were not tears of despair, nor tears of surviving a catastrophe.
Instead, they witnessed a miracle firsthand, seeing their dreams come true and bursting into tears of ecstasy!
He opened his mouth, making a vague, hoarse sound, as if he wanted to say something to Zhang Yunyuan.
But I couldn't utter a word.
In the end, he simply turned his head, looked at Zhang Yunyuan, and with all his might, slammed his head heavily onto the cold ground.
Chapter 99 The Baby Returns, Autumn Waters Calm
Faced with Wugensheng's repeated kneeling, Zhang Yunyuan remained calm and accepted the offer without shame.
He knelt to repay his daughter's life-saving grace, to the resurrection herb that could reverse life and death, and to acknowledge the unpredictable methods of the young man before him.
Inside the stone chamber, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Feng Baobao remained suspended in mid-air, her eyes closed, like a sleeping goddess.
The seven-colored pillar of light that once pierced the heavens and earth around her had dissipated, replaced by countless tiny blue specks of light, like dreamlike fireflies, slowly swirling and dancing around her.
Those were the most primordial fragments of her memory, reassembled by the power of the Soul-Returning Grass after she collapsed.
Zhang Yunyuan watched this scene with a hint of seriousness in his eyes.
He knew that the most crucial step had arrived.
Without the slightest hesitation, he stepped forward, extended his right hand, and with his index and middle fingers together, touched Feng Baobao's forehead from a distance.
An invisible and intangible Qi, yet carrying a certain profound rhythm, emanated from his fingertips.
The blue light spots surrounding Feng Baobao seemed to be drawn by some invisible force, instantly transforming into streaks of light that rushed toward Zhang Yunyuan's fingertips.
Then, following the guidance of his fingertips, like rivers flowing into the sea, they all entered Feng Baobao's ancestral aperture between her eyebrows.
The soul is locked into the body, temporarily stabilizing the original source.
Seeing this scene, Wugensheng, who was kneeling on the ground, was struck dumb, and his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints!
He gasped in shock, his voice sharp and distorted with extreme astonishment.
"This...this is Duanmu Ying's Dual-Handed Technique?!"
"How could you do that?!"
He suddenly raised his head and stared intently at Zhang Yunyuan. In his bloodshot eyes, a frantic desire, as if grasping at the last straw, erupted.
"You...you know her whereabouts?!"
Zhang Yunyuan slowly withdrew his hand and shook his head.
He looked at the agitated Wugensheng, his voice as calm as an ancient well without ripples.
"This is not a dual-wielding technique, but merely a Soul-Enlightening Technique."