"Aren't I just a divine healer incarnate?"

[Ghost Valley] cheerfully held the blood stains left by the small injuries everyone suffered from their long and bumpy journey.

Within minutes, all the injuries, large and small, on everyone's bodies were healed.

"Quick! Quanye, is there any hope for Xiaoliang?" Wu Xiaoyao suddenly thought of something and hurriedly and carefully laid down the dried corpse he had been carrying on his back.

[Ghost Valley], whose real name was Wu Quanye, immediately went over to inspect. Of course, he also wished to revive Wu Liang effortlessly, so they wouldn't have to pin their hopes on that elusive Immortal Realm filled with uncertainty.

However, the moment he reached out, a flash of shock and apology crossed his eyes, and he trembled as he withdrew his hand.

"Brother, Xiaoliang no longer has any blood in his body..."

Bang—

Wu Xiaoyao, breathing heavily, struck his fist against the rock-hard wall beside him.

Then, clenching his teeth, he adjusted the corpse on his back, shot a cold glance at everyone, and said, "Since we're healed, we should get going."

With that, Wu Xiaoyao turned around and continued stepping forward into the seemingly endless tree hollow without looking back.

No one else said anything, simply following silently behind him. Yet, a trace of worry flickered in Yao Qingxue's eyes, and she subconsciously raised her hand, wanting to reach out to the one striding resolutely ahead.

As his lover, she naturally knew Wu Xiaoyao the best among them.

However, just a moment ago, she sensed an unfamiliar coldness and… inexplicable fear from this beloved she had known for over two decades.

Instinctively, she wanted to hold his hand for a bit of warmth.

But Wu Xiaoyao's pace only quickened.

In the end, Yao Qingxue's hand never reached his.

The four of them continued their exploration in oppressive silence.

"Here it is, this is the sense of dissonance—Dad started changing from here."

Hidden alongside the tree hole, Wu Liang squinted, carefully observing their words and actions.

Within a few short minutes, two inexplicable feelings of dissonance struck him.

The first was [Ghost Valley] Wu Quanye's awakened ability. It definitely wasn't just about healing wounds—it seemed more like altering the current physiological state of the target.

Perhaps years later, he would refine people into mass-produced Supernatural Objects using this ability.

The second was when Wu Xiaoyao carried the corpse again; his gaze and emanating aura were almost identical to the bionic man in Chengyang City who viewed human lives as mere trifles.

The description of a bionic man, this Supernatural Object, is to inherit all memories and thoughts of the imitated. By rights, even if Wu Xiaoyao were bionically replicated, the product should be a person as upright and kind as he is.

Originally, Wu Liang thought the bionic man turned into that because of some manipulation by the [Promised Land].

Now, it seems... the problem might lie within Dad himself!

With this thought, Wu Liang silently and soundlessly moved to catch up.

After all, with the abilities of so many Fierce Ghost Minions at his disposal, even if his physical quality wasn't as strong as on Bogda Peak, he wouldn't be tired keeping up with the pace of four ordinary people.

Thus, the five of them continued advancing within the cave.

Until the seventh day.

The last day of [Seven Days of Soul Revival]—

Wu Xiaoyao bore the pain of dislocating his arm, trapped under a fallen rock, and yanked it out.

The entire arm of his was twisted like a pretzel, with flesh mangled and bones glaringly visible, sending shivers down the spine.

It was unimaginable how he could only say in a trembling voice, "Quanye, heal me as we walk, don't stop."

He flicked a splash of blood towards [Ghost Valley] and dragged his limp, rubbery arm forward, limping as he walked.

By now, tears had already welled up in Yao Qingxue's eyes.

She could no longer foresee a correct future.

Since yesterday, Wu Xiaoyao had ignored every method she felt could least endanger them.

Just like the falling rocks earlier.

They merely needed to wait a few minutes for the rocks to fall before skirting around them.

Yet Wu Xiaoyao resolutely increased his pace to traverse through the unstable area.

His given reason was— this way, they could advance a few more meters.

A mere second's delay could have led to the fragile head being crushed instead of his arm!

"Xiaoyao! Are you out of your mind?" Yao Qingxue could no longer bear it and rushed forward to pull the staggering Wu Xiaoyao.

[Ghost Valley]'s awakened ability could heal injuries, but it couldn't alleviate physical exhaustion or mental fatigue.

After several days nearly without sleep and constantly carrying the dried corpse, Wu Xiaoyao had reached his limit. If he suddenly collapsed, no one would be surprised, let alone falling asleep from sheer exhaustion.

The only belief sustaining his march forward was— the Immortal Realm hadn't appeared yet!

"Life... I need my life... I need to keep it for Xiaoliang..."

Wu Xiaoyao mumbled in a dazed state.

Eventually, he finally collapsed with a thump, only for Yao Qingxue to rush forward and catch him just in time to prevent him from hitting the ground.

"Don't do this... Xiaoyao, don't..."

Yao Qingxue's eyes were filled with tears.

She sobbed as she clung to Wu Xiaoyao, pouring out her worries.

She was the only one in the group who understood why Wu Xiaoyao was so obsessed with reviving his son Wu Liang—it wasn't just because of deep familial love.

More so, because Wu Liang tragically died at home.

He should have been staying at school that day.

After receiving a call from Wu Xiaoyao suggesting he come home for a few days, Wu Liang excitedly took leave and rushed home to prepare a lavish dinner for his parents.

Upon his return, Wu Xiaoyao opened the door to find his son floating mid-air, slowly turning into a dried corpse before him.

At that moment, he broke down.

Wu Xiaoyao always believed that if not for his call, Wu Liang wouldn't have returned to suffer such a fate.

The first one to enter the house should have been him!

In a sense— Wu Liang indeed died in Wu Xiaoyao's place.

A son in lieu of a father—what a sorrowful tale.

"I will bring Xiaoliang back to life and tell him I'm sorry..."

Whew—

Before finishing his words, Wu Xiaoyao suddenly raised his head as if responding to an unseen call.

A shimmering mirror appeared out of nowhere before him, reflecting not his current state of wretchedness.

Instead, it showed Wu Liang absentmindedly yawning on a bed in a school dormitory.

The Stone Slab in his hand suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and in that instant, Wu Xiaoyao realized that the mirror before him was indeed the long-awaited entrance to the Immortal Realm!

His revived son Wu Liang, or the one who didn't choose to return home on the day of the tragedy, awaited him there!

[Seven Days of Soul Revival] was real!

The entrance to the Immortal Realm had finally appeared!

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