"As you said, I gave the Soul Gathering Pill and the Divine Artifact to Canxing, and I have tried my best to gather Chaoxuan's soul together."

"But having faced death so close, and no one knows what he did, his soul is weaker than that of an ordinary person."

Song Hexi looked at the soul in the ice coffin with a troubled expression and sighed.

Logically speaking, after a century of nurturing in a forbidden area, one should have become aware of their surroundings.

But Song Chaoxuan didn't react at all.

Still weak.

Song Tingwan walked tremblingly to the ice coffin and tried to reach out and touch her father.

However, they were blocked outside by the ice coffin.

Song Siyao supported her, her eyes also filled with sorrow as she looked at her father's frail soul.

“I used the bone-regenerating pills you gave me, as well as the rare spiritual flowers that my master found for me, but none of them worked on my father.”

Song Hexi nodded with a sigh.

Over the past century, they haven't just been waiting idly; even the Yunyin clan has been trying various methods to restore Song Chaoxuan.

Even if all else fails, it would be good to stabilize the soul.

But none of them had any effect.

Song Tingwan listened with her eyes lowered, and an ice jade box appeared in her hand.

This is the Soul Warming Pill, which was originally refined together with the Soul Gathering Pill.

It was made to prevent the father's soul from being damaged.

I didn't expect it would still come in handy.

Song Tingwan released her grip, and Dan followed her thought, flying above the ice coffin.

She turned to look at Song Hexi.

Song Hexi nodded, and with a wave of his hand, the ice coffin opened a crack.

The crimson mist seeped in through the cracks and landed on Song Chaoxuan's soul.

Everyone held their breath.

We look forward to Song Chaoxuan's soul solidifying.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

Nothing has changed.

Song Tingwan looked up in confusion.

The elixirs she concocted always possessed miraculous and unexpected effects.

This is the first time there has been no response at all.

She even appeared when she was trying to save her father.

Subsequently, the three people in the forbidden area, apart from Song Tingwan, saw that even the entire Six Realms couldn't gather enough eighth-grade pills.

They treated it like it was worthless, using it all on the mysterious spirits of the Song Dynasty.

Without exception.

It's useless.

Seeing Song Tingwan's expression gradually become serious, the three of them also became even more somber.

"Even you can't do anything about it?"

Song Hexi suddenly felt a little confused, but they tacitly agreed that Awan could save Song Chaoxuan.

From beginning to end, we only assumed he was temporarily asleep.

If even Ah Wan can't do it...

"...Let me take another look."

Song Tingwan bit her lip, her powerful divine sense unmistakable, instantly enveloping the entire forbidden area.

Divine consciousness slowly condensed on the ice coffin.

Then, a spiritual energy probe was conducted.

They used everything imaginable: the blindfolded eighth-grade pill, the formless pill, and so on.

Nothing was gained.

It was impossible to tell the difference between Song Chaoxuan's soul and an ordinary soul.

"Sister..."

Song Siyao spoke with difficulty, gently supporting the staggering person.

They were so proud of it, thinking that even the all-powerful art of alchemy was helpless against it.

That father—

Song Tingwan couldn't accept it and stood in front of the ice coffin in the forbidden area for half a month.

No one could persuade them.

Song Hexi had no choice but to leave with Canxing first, while Song Siyao remained by his sister's side.

I feel sorry for my older sister and I'm also worried about my father.

One month later.

Song Siyao caught the woman who collapsed limply. She heard her eyes filled with anguish, her hands trembling as she murmured, "What should I do, Siyao? I think I can't save Father—"

She sacrificed herself to save the world, gambling with her own life.

She is fearless.

As for her father, she only guessed that he would take some action, so she left behind a lot of pills.

It's nothing more than trying to see the sky and getting hurt.

weak.

Even if things go terribly wrong, if her father discovers something extraordinary and dies, she can bring him back to life.

She oversimplified everything.

No matter how much we planned, we could never have foreseen this situation.

Nothing works against the father's spirit.

Relying on the protection of forbidden lands, it may be difficult for consciousness to return even after a thousand years.

"There will be a way, sister. There are many things in the world, not just elixirs and spiritual plants. We can try them one by one. There will surely be something that can help Father recover."

Song Siyao's voice was also hoarse.

Before this, they had tried many things.

But they thought that perhaps things would be different if her older sister took action herself.

Song Tingwan just held her sister's wrist, shaking her head blankly.

"Perhaps it's because the grade is not high enough. My father is a high priest who can see the heavens; ordinary pills would be useless to him."

"Ah Yao, I'm going to refine a ninth-grade pill now. Yes, let me quickly think of which pills Father can use..."

He muttered to himself, his voice trembling violently.

Song Siyao had never seen her so flustered.

The girl hugged her older sister tightly and said in a deep voice, "As long as Father's soul is nurtured in the forbidden area, it will return to us one day, so sister, don't panic."

"You all say I can decide the destruction of the six realms."

“Then I say, we will definitely be able to save our father.”

He responded to her.

It was a silent trembling and sobbing.

The string in Song Tingwan's heart suddenly snapped.

For a whole month, we tried everything but to no avail.

But what devastated her the most was...

She was in front of her father, but he didn't react at all.

She cried very quietly.

Between sobs, A-Yao supported her, patting her back as she usually did.

Song Tingwan buried her head and cried, but couldn't help but smile.

Her silly little sister.

Just then.

The wind, so gentle it seemed like an illusion, softly brushed across the top of her hair.

Song Tingwan suddenly looked at the ice coffin.

"Father, it's you, isn't it?"

However, all that answered her was an empty silence.

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