Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

Xiao Xuan walked to the ice coffin, slowly squatted down, and looked at the face of the person inside, as if he wanted to engrave it deep into his soul.

"Third Sister, I've come to see you. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting so long."

Leng Wushuang finally couldn't help but speak up: "Xiao Xuan, where's the Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Grass? Bring it out right now!!"

Xiao Xuan took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions, and took out the jade box from his bosom.

He opened the box, and inside lay a dark purple herb. At the center of each leaf were scattered silver patterns, and at the very top of the herb was a fruit the size of a longan. Wasn't this the extremely rare Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Grass?

"It really is the Ten Thousand Year Soul Grass!! I've been searching for so many years and haven't found it. I never thought you would actually find it in the end!!" Leng Wushuang couldn't hide the shock in his eyes. Looking at Xiao Xuan's face, which was already full of vicissitudes, he finally calmed down a bit.

"The Ten Thousand Year Soul Grass needs to be activated with the power of the soul to transfer its essence into Third Sister's sea of ​​consciousness in order to reunite her shattered soul." As Xiao Xuan spoke, his gaze remained fixed on Liu Third Sister's face. "This process requires someone to guide you throughout; the slightest mistake will render all your efforts futile."

Xiao Xuan turned his head and looked at her. "Protect me."

Leng Wushuang gave him a deep look, finally nodded, turned around and walked to the cave entrance, where she sat down cross-legged.

Xiao Xuan turned his gaze back to the ice coffin. He raised his right hand and gently waved it. The lid of the ice coffin slid open silently, and an extremely cold aura rushed out.

He did not back down, but instead reached out and held Liu San Niang's icy fingertips in his palm.

"Third Sister, I'm starting."

He closed his eyes, and the power of his soul surged slowly within him. The ten-thousand-year-old soul grass in his hand emitted an increasingly bright light, like moonlight, rising little by little from the jade box and hovering above Liu San Niang's brow.

Xiao Xuan's spiritual power transformed into countless fine spiritual threads, carefully probing into the ten-thousand-year-old soul grass, guiding its essence strand by strand, and slowly channeling it into Liu San Niang's sea of ​​consciousness along her brow.

This process is extremely slow and extremely delicate.

Each wisp of soul grass essence required Xiao Xuan's divine soul power to precisely match it; the slightest deviation would cause a shock in the sea of ​​consciousness, which would instead worsen Liu San Niang's injuries.

Xiao Xuan's spiritual power was as vast as the sea, yet he was exceptionally cautious and even somewhat clumsy when doing this.

Even with his terrifying strength, he felt immense pressure while doing this. Before long, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his breathing became heavier, but his gaze remained unwavering.

This time, he cannot fail!!

Time passed slowly, bit by bit, within this cave.

The light of the Ten Thousand Year Soul Grass grew brighter and brighter, and the silver patterns seemed to come alive, flowing slowly along the veins of the leaves and finally converging into the fruit at the top.

Soon, the entire cave could be clearly felt to be somewhat different from the beginning.

First, the frost that had been frozen on the surrounding cave walls for hundreds of years began to melt, turning into crystal-clear water droplets that slowly slid down the stone walls.

Immediately afterwards, the almost completely dissipated aura in Liu San Niang's body began to revive little by little.

One wisp, two wisps, three wisps... more and more vitality gathered, and a trace of color gradually appeared on Liu San Niang's pale cheeks. The deathly aura that had shrouded her for hundreds of years dissipated little by little, like ice meeting warmth in spring.

Her chest began to rise and fall slightly, and the fingertips clasped in front of her abdomen trembled slightly.

Xiao Xuan felt he had never been so nervous. His eyes were fixed on the woman in front of him, and he didn't dare to blink.

at this time,

A golden light shone from between Liu San Niang's eyebrows, and the golden light spread outward at an extremely fast speed.

The entire cave was illuminated at that moment.

Golden light pierced through the cave walls, penetrated the mountain, and soared into the sky.

Above the Glazed Sword Sect, the once clear sky suddenly changed color, with golden rays of light descending from the clouds, as if a deity from the heavens had bestowed auspicious omens.

In the square, the female disciples of the Glazed Sword Sect all looked up at the sky, speechless with shock.

"What... what's going on?"

"It's the back mountain! It's the direction where the sect leader usually cultivates in seclusion!"

"Do you think...it's possible that the Grand Elder is about to wake up?"

Xia Jin and Shen Jinghan also looked up at the same time. They looked at each other and saw shock in each other's eyes.

"Such concentrated spiritual power!!"

Xia Jin narrowed her eyes, secretly shocked: Could it be that the person Master mentioned is really about to be awakened?