Mo Yong was speechless: "I see... Its original form is the ancient Jianmu tree, which grew in Kunlun Ruins. Its trunk and branches traversed the six realms, serving as a bridge between the six realms. Later, the Great Dao collapsed, and the Jianmu tree was destroyed by heavenly fire. There has been no more Jianmu tree in the world since."
Unexpectedly, the old Xuanwu even obtained the remains of the Jianmu tree, which he ground into a pile of small wooden swords and used to teach the children to play with.
However, Jianmu is dead, and its remains are nothing more than a pile of waste wood. Only Ruoruo's soul, which originated from Kunlun Ruins and shared the same source as Jianmu, and also possessed Yan Qingran's bloodline, was able to reawaken the remains of Jianmu.
Ruoruo only then learned the origin of the sword, but she didn't care: "No matter what the little wooden sword is, it's my little wooden sword, and it's called Kunlun."
Kunlun twisted the sword twice with pride, and the vines under the leaves on the hilt even quickly tied a bow.
"Look, Kunlun is so clever, he can even tie a bow!" Ruoruo proudly introduced her little friend to Mo Yong.
Mo Yong could hardly bear to look. The Soul-Destroying Spear silently returned to Mo Yong's body.
It refused to acknowledge that this smug and shameful fellow was one of their artifacts.
"Father, shall we go see Mother? Kunlun can help me save you, and he can definitely help me awaken Mother too," Ruoruo said hopefully.
But Yan Qingran was not only injured, she also had the problem of missing soul. Mo Yong did not have much hope, but he could not bear to refuse Ruoruo: "Okay, Father will go with you."
Ruoruo held the Kunlun Sword, her little face very serious, and swung the sword down at Yan Qingran.
A flash of inspiration and a surge of vitality appeared, but Yan Qingran, lying in the Soul-Nourishing Jade, remained unchanged.
Ruoruo bit her lower lip and swung her sword several more times, almost exhausting all her spiritual power, but it was still to no avail.
As she raised her sword with trembling hands, Mo Yong grasped her hand: "It's alright, Ruoruo, don't force yourself. We'll wait a little longer. Qingran will wake up."
Ruoruo listlessly put down the Kunlun Sword and buried herself in Mo Yong's arms.
"Father will wait with you, don't cry." Mo Yong felt his clothes were soaked with tears, gently patted Ruoruo's back, and carried her away.
Shortly after the two left, Yan Qingran, lying in the Soul-Nourishing Jade, trembled slightly at the fingertips.
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