Creation? "
Leng Rushuang was taken aback. "Senior, please tell me more about it." She said doubtfully.
The White Hair Ancestor nodded and replied, "I have a way to save Jian Wushuang. That is to use my bloodline as a guide to change his blood and awaken the Immortal Tyrant Body. Once Jian Wushuang awakens the Immortal Tyrant Body, his life origin will become eternal. He will be truly immortal and he will naturally be able to live.
However, I have to remind you that even if you are from the Tyrant Body Clan and have the Tyrant Body Bloodline, there is only a one in ten thousand chance of awakening the Immortal Tyrant Body. Moreover, Jian Wushuang does not have the Tyrant Body Bloodline. If he fails to awaken the Tyrant Body with my bloodline as a guide, I'm afraid he will die immediately. "
After that, the White Hair Ancestor did not speak anymore. He just stared at Leng Rushuang with his bright eyes.
He thought that he had done his best. The rest was up to Leng Rushuang to decide.
Leng Rushuang was in a trance. She then took a deep breath and replied gratefully, "Senior, thank you for your advice. However, this matter is of great importance. I need to think about it first."
"Of course."
The White Hair Ancestor nodded and smiled. Then he got up and left the ice cave, leaving Leng Rushuang to weigh the pros and cons.
After the White Hair Old Ancestor left, the ice cave suddenly became quiet.
Leng Rushuang stayed beside Jian Wushuang. She wiped off the thin layer of frost on Jian Wushuang's face with her thumb with gentle Divine Power. Her expression was blank.
She wanted Jian Wushuang to come back to life, but she was more afraid that the secret method would fail and Jian Wushuang would die and leave her.
Her heart was like a swing, rising and falling, with mixed feelings.
"Husband, what should I do …"
Leng Rushuang muttered to herself. She put her head on Jian Wushuang's chest and listened to Jian Wushuang's weak heartbeat.
Time passed slowly. One day, two days, three days …
Ever since the White Hair Ancestor came in and said those words, he never stepped into the ice cave again.
The Conqueror came in a few times. He wanted to say something, but he swallowed his words. In the end, he just silently looked at Jian Wushuang for a long time and then left.
A year had passed.
In the Forbidden Land of Ice, there was no day or night..... it was always a vast expanse of whiteness..
Like a statue, Leng Rushuang had forgotten to cultivate and practice. She just stood by Jian Wushuang's side in a daze.
... but if she used the secret method, there was a higher possibility that he would die... but if she used the secret method, although there was a possibility. Jian Wushuang might be able to wake wake up and even might... but if she used the secret method, the Hair, but there was a greater possibility.. but.
In that case, it would be equivalent to her personally killing her own lover.
How could she bear to do that?
Time passed like this. Until one day, when Leng Rushuang saw Jian Wushuang's hair slowly turning gray, she couldn't bear it anymore.
"Husband, I think if you could make a choice, you would definitely choose to fight, right?"
At this moment, Leng Rushuang thought of many things. She thought of Jian Wushuang fighting for three thousand miles. She thought of his sword.
He thought of Jian Wushuang's countless desperate counterattacks, breaking and rebuilding!
At this moment, the scales in her heart finally tilted to the side of the secret method.
"Husband, if you wake up, everyone will be happy. But if you fail to wake up and die, then I, Leng Rushuang, will only die with you. What is there to be afraid of?"
"I, Leng Rushuang, will accompany you. Even if I die ten thousand times, I will not regret it!"
Leng Rushuang's beautiful eyes surged with a touch of determination. She took a deep breath and strode out of the ice cave.
Outside the ice cave, the White Hair Patriarch sat in front of a thousand-foot ice lake. He held a bamboo pole and was fishing quietly.
Hearing Leng Rushuang's footsteps, the White Hair Patriarch didn't look back. He said lightly, "Little girl, have you made your decision?"
Leng Rushuang nodded and said firmly, "Senior, please use your divine power to save my husband!"
"You really won't regret it?"
"No!"
"Okay."
A smile appeared on the White Hair Patriarch's face. He shook the fishing pole and stood up.
"Then … let's begin."
The White Hair Patriarch strode into the ice cave, followed by Kampa and Leng Rushuang.
"You don't have to come in. Just wait for me outside."
Kampa and Leng Rushuang looked at each other and then stopped.
The wind and snow outside the ice cave was getting heavier and heavier, as if it was going to pour down on the entire city.
Kampa and Leng Rushuang began to wait quietly.
Inside the ice cave.
The White Hair Patriarch stood with his hands behind his back. He glanced at Jian Wushuang, who was lying on the ice, and muttered to himself.
"Good wind, send me to the top with force. Little fellow, this old man will give you this good fortune. Whether or not you can take it will depend on your own ability. "
"Don't let me down."
Boom!!!
In an instant, the White Hair Patriarch's body was blazing with golden light. All the white hair on his body dispersed, revealing a burly and majestic body.
His eyes were like fire, and his blood was vigorous. His body was shining with golden light, like a God of War from the Ninth Heaven.
The next moment.
He pointed his index finger and pressed it between Jian Wushuang's eyebrows.
A trace of bright golden blood broke out from his fingertip and entered between Jian Wushuang's eyebrows. It was quickly absorbed.
As the White Hair Patriarch's life essence blood was absorbed, Jian Wushuang's pale and bloodless face suddenly surged with a touch of enchanting red. His head of gray hair also turned black again.
On the other hand, the White Hair Patriarch's originally tall and burly body slowly became dry. The aura that was as bright as the sun also gradually faded.
How could a few drops of blood be enough to seize the fortune of heaven and earth, reverse life and death, and reshape the origin of life?
The price that the White Hair Patriarch had to pay was far more than what he told Kampa!
Time flew by. In the blink of an eye, several years had passed.
Crack.
The ice cave door opened, and the White Hair Patriarch stepped out of the ice cave.
"Little girl, I have ten Divine Pills of Creation here. Give one to Jian Wushuang every few days. As for whether he can wake up, it will depend on his fortune."
The White Hair Patriarch could not hide the tiredness in his eyes. He waved his hand and took out a jade bottle.
"Thank you, Senior! My husband and I will never forget your kindness! "
Leng Rushuang was overjoyed. After taking the jade bottle, she kowtowed to the White Hair Patriarch.
"There's no need for that."
The White Hair Patriarch shook his head, then took a step and disappeared in front of them.
Leng Rushuang did not say much and quickly walked into the ice cave.
Jian Wushuang was lying on the ice bed. Although he was still unconscious, his face was no longer pale. Instead, it was a little rosy.
Ten days later. Leng Rushuang took out a longan-sized pill from the jade bottle and carefully stuffed it into Jian Wushuang's mouth.
Then, she began to wait for Jian Wushuang's transformation.
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