Chapter 1209: 1209: Fortunately, I Did Not Let You Down

Chapter 1209: Chapter 1209: Fortunately, I Did Not Let You Down

Condensing a soul body—a feat that powerful Artifact Refiners can accomplish.

But to condense a soul as faint as Ling’er’s, so weak it’s barely noticeable, even a Celestial Immortal Grade Artifact Refiner would be unable to achieve it.

If not for Feng Wuchen’s domineering and rich soul power, he would have already failed to hold on.

As Feng Wuchen continued to channel his soul power, his face began to twitch, large beads of sweat rolling down.

Forcefully condensing an exceedingly fragile soul showed the enormous consumption of his soul power.

Even though Feng Wuchen’s soul power had reached the Innate Grade, he was still struggling.

Tianming’s hands sweated anxiously, secretly worrying that Feng Wuchen might falter, especially since Ling’er’s illusionary soul body had been successfully condensed.

If he failed at this critical moment, wouldn’t all the effort go to waste?

Tianming silently prayed in his heart.

“Brother Tianming, open the ice coffin! Quickly!” No one knew how much time had passed when Feng Wuchen suddenly spoke, his voice urgent.

Tianming acted as told, gesturing to open the ice coffin.

With a sharp flick of Feng Wuchen’s hand, Ling’er’s corpse, frozen for decades inside the ice coffin, flew out, suspended mid-air at the same level as her soul body.

“Fusing Ling’er’s flesh with her soul body? Even Celestial Immortal Grade Alchemists cannot accomplish such a thing, yet Feng Ying is daring to risk it.” Ying Hun thought, shocked beyond measure.

Feng Wuchen once again forcibly activated his soul power, shaping seals with his hands.

“Master, if you keep consuming your power like this, you won’t be able to hold on,” said the worried voice of the Age Measuring Ruler.

“Shut up!” Feng Wuchen transmitted sternly.

“Age Measuring Ruler, don’t disturb the master. The master knows his limits!” transmitted the Dragon God Sword aggressively.

In mid-air, the soul body and corpse started spinning faster, the pale blue light growing more intense.

“Cough!”

Suddenly, Feng Wuchen spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face turning increasingly pale.

“Master!” The Age Measuring Ruler and the Kylin Battle Armor’s artifact souls were utterly panicked.

“Feng Ying!” The shocking sight shook Tianming’s heart to the core, as if his heart could leap from his chest.

Even the Tianying Pavilion Master Ying Hun couldn’t stay seated anymore, his face full of worry but powerless to intervene.

Tianying Pavilion had assassins but no Alchemists capable of assisting Feng Wuchen.

“I’m fine, don’t worry,” Feng Wuchen said with difficulty, his breath now extremely weak, teetering on the brink of collapse.

Feng Wuchen quickly took out the Decayed Bone Soul Crystal he had obtained in the Heavenly Tomb and swallowed it. Instantly, the crystal transformed into a fierce surge of soul power, which Feng Wuchen began absorbing.

The soul power he had just recovered was immediately channeled once more, continuously providing Ling’er’s soul body with energy.

The soul body and corpse, now spinning faster, were completely enveloped by brilliant pale blue light, obscuring the changes occurring within.

However, judging by the aura of the soul body, Ling’er’s presence was steadily strengthening.

“Feng Ying, you must hold on!” Tianming stared intensely at the pale blue light, then at Feng Wuchen, overwhelmed with worry.

“Hold on! Hold on!” At this moment, Qing Liu’s expression had also grown tense, silently praying in his heart.

When Feng Wuchen finally depleted his soul power, thoroughly drained and lifeless, his hands fell limply to his sides.

“Cough!”

Before long, due to excessive soul power consumption, Feng Wuchen spat out another mouthful of fresh blood.

Ling’er’s increasingly robust soul body also halted its development.

“Feng Ying!” Tianming and Ying Hun cried out in alarm.

“Master!” The Age Measuring Ruler and Dragon God Sword artifact souls were equally horrified.

“Did… did we fail?” Qing Liu stared blankly at the still-whirling pale blue aura.

“Feng Ying! Feng Ying! Are you alright? Don’t scare me! Even if we failed, I won’t blame you, so please don’t push yourself so hard.” Tianming hurriedly supported Feng Wuchen’s collapsed form, his panic mounting.

Feng Wuchen’s pale, lifeless face showed a trace of a bitter smile—a smile so painful it was unclear if it expressed despair or relief—as he was too weak to speak.

“Feng Ying! Take an elixir immediately!” Tianming frantically retrieved a Healing Pill and administered it to Feng Wuchen.

“Pavilion Master, how is Feng Ying?” Seeing Feng Wuchen seemingly lose consciousness, Qing Liu couldn’t resist asking.

“Excessive soul power consumption. The injuries aren’t severe; there’s no danger to his life.” After examining Feng Wuchen’s condition, Ying Hun let out a sigh of relief.

“As long as he’s alright! Feng Ying put forth his full effort—failed or not, it doesn’t matter.” Tianming also relaxed slightly, though disappointment remained visible on his face.

Knowing Ling’er was so close to being resurrected before Feng Wuchen collapsed at the last critical moment, how could Tianming not feel despondent?

But Feng Wuchen had done his utmost, and Tianming would never place blame on him.

“Wait, Ling’er’s soul body’s aura hasn’t diminished,” Ying Hun suddenly remarked, his gaze fixed intently on the still-spinning pale blue light.

“What?” The startled Tianming and Qing Liu immediately directed their focus toward the light.

Ling’er’s soul body aura, even without Feng Wuchen’s continued support, had indeed remained stable and showed no signs of weakening.

“Pavilion Master, what… what’s happening? Did we fail, or did it succeed after all?” Tianming’s complex emotions surged as he asked in urgency.

“I cannot say for certain. But even if this is failure, at least Ling’er’s soul body has solidified, eliminating fears of soul extinction.” Ying Hun frowned, unable to interpret the situation fully.

Moments later, the spinning pale blue orb’s glow began to fade, the rotation gradually slowing.

As the pale blue radiance fully dissipated, Ling’er’s corpse was gone, leaving only a translucent soul body behind—Ling’er’s complete soul body.

Ling’er’s soul body lay in a dormant state, her eyes still shut.

“Ling’er!” Seeing the young girl, Tianming’s tears slid down once more.

“This is indeed Ling’er’s complete soul body. I’m certain of it!” Ying Hun concluded definitively.

“Does this mean… it worked?” Qing Liu stared in disbelief at Ling’er’s soul body.

“I… I fulfilled… my task…” Feng Wuchen’s frail voice echoed.

“Feng Ying, are you feeling better?” Tianming immediately shifted his concern to Feng Wuchen.

“Fulfilled my task? Are you saying it succeeded?” Qing Liu stared at Feng Wuchen in shock.

“Ling… Ling’er’s… soul body is fully merged…” Feng Wuchen struggled to explain.

“Feng Ying, is that true? Did it truly succeed?” Tianming asked emotionally, tears glimmering as he looked at Ling’er’s soul body.

Soon, Ling’er’s eyes fluttered slightly.

“She moved! Ling’er’s eyes moved!” Tianming exclaimed in wild excitement, trembling uncontrollably.

Slowly, Ling’er opened her eyes.

“Ling’er! Ling’er!” Tianming called out, his voice trembling with joy.

Hearing the familiar call, Ling’er turned her gaze toward Tianming, her big watery eyes blinking once before breaking into a delighted smile. “Daddy!”

“My precious daughter! My precious daughter!” Tianming cried tears of joy, unable to contain his emotions as he wept openly.

That single word—”Daddy”—spoken crisp and sweet, melted Tianming’s heart instantly, tears streaming unchecked.

Decades of longing had finally culminated in Ling’er’s resurrection.