The Tree Vine Immortal ca to the side of the Cold Jade Bed, looked at Xiao Ran’s appearance, and said.
"Thank you both, Immortal Masters. No matter what, Mr. Xiao is imnsely grateful."
Their words made Xiao Zhan’s anger dissipate completely, leaving him thrilled.
"In that case, my brother and I will now cast spells to awaken the Little Prince."
The Daoist Heihu politely responded.
"Please!"
Xiao Zhan nodded repeatedly.
Hastily stood by the side, protecting them.
Daoist Heihu and Tree Vine Immortal exchanged glances, slightly nodded, then stood apart on either side of the Cold Jade Bed. They clasped their hands in spellcasting gestures, beginning to call the wind and rain. The Power of Heaven and Earth on Black Iron Mountain was also affected by their magic.
Everyone felt that winds were coming from all directions.
From the Black Gourd in Daoist Heihu’s hand, layers of black mist erged, swirling above the Cold Jade Bed, forming a spiral vortex. Within the vortex, a black aura extended downward, entering Xiao Ran’s nostrils.
Above the Tree Vine Immortal’s head, a wooden hairpin emitted a bright green light. This light floated into the air, then returned to the black vortex, following the breath of Xiao Ran into his body.
Thus, the two of them cast spells together.
It lasted for nearly an hour.
During this process, they were imnsely exhausted.
Their heads soaked with sweat.
The Power of Heaven and Earth they could manipulate was decreasing.
It felt like they had used all their strength.
"Cough, cough!"
At the sa ti.
Lying on the Cold Jade Bed, surrounded by its aura, Xiao Ran, who could barely hold on, coughed.
Tightly closed eyes.
Slowly opened.
Was staring at the black vortex above.
"Ran’er!"
Xiao Zhan exclaid excitedly.
Finally seeing so movent in Xiao Ran.
"Xiao Ran, Uncle Xiao and I are both by your side."
Han Dong exclaid excitedly as well.
Xiao Ran ended up like this because he went to Black Iron Mountain with her, she doesn’t want anything to happen to him.
"Cough, cough!"
Xiao Ran continued coughing.
His eyes remained open.
But his expression was very wooden.
At that mont.
A part of the green glow in the black vortex was controlled by Daoist Heihu, concealed within, preventing it from entering Xiao Ran’s body through his nostrils.
Daoist Heihu and Tree Vine Immortal exchanged glances.
Stopped their spells in a very coordinated manner, and began ditating to recuperate.
The black vortex disappeared.
The Black Gourd returned to calm, with three strands of black mist lingering around it. The green light on the wooden hairpin atop Tree Vine Immortal’s head disappeared as well, both covered in sweat, faces pale, attempting to replenish their Primordial Power.
"Ran’er!"
Xiao Zhan hurried over.
Wanting to wake Xiao Ran.
"Xiao Ran, what’s wrong with you? Wake up?"
Han Dong shouted from the other side of the Cold Jade Bed.
"Immortal Master, why isn’t my son responding?"
Xiao Zhan inquired.
Daoist Heihu and Tree Vine Immortal remained ditating, appearing too weak to speak.
"King Xiao, don’t worry, once the Immortal Masters recover, we can hear their explanation."
Han Tieshan said.
After half an hour.
Daoist Heihu and Tree Vine Immortal finally recovered, wiping the sweat from their foreheads.
Then they both looked at Xiao Ran on the Cold Jade Bed.
The Tree Vine Immortal sighed, "The life of the Little Prince is preserved, but sadly, our strength is insufficient. We cannot fully restore the Little Prince’s soul to its place. To make him recover completely, we have to return to the Sect, consult the Sect Elder, and find a way to truly awaken the Little Prince."
"Ah, if the Emperor of the Great Tang could have invited the Elder at the beginning, perhaps the Little Prince would have recovered by now."
Daoist Heihu sighed.
"You... this..."
Xiao Zhan was dumbfounded, never expecting such a result.
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