He took out a grass from his chest, and Long Junhao’s eyes brightened. This was a rare resurrection grass he had only seen in books. Long Dahai crushed the grass with his internal energy and placed it in Lan’er’s mouth, allowing the juice to flow down her throat. Afterward, he asked everyone to leave, except for Long Junhao, who stayed to guard.
“Haozi, whether Lan’er can come back depends on this moment. You must protect me and ensure no one disturbs my practice. Any interruption could ruin everything. Remember this carefully!”
“Great-grandfather, don’t worry. I will save Lan’er. Please wait a moment.” Long Junhao stepped out of the door.
“Long Yun, Lin Bo, guard the door and don’t let anyone enter. Long Lei, go to the roof and watch. No one can enter without my order, not even the emperor. It’s by the order of the former emperor,” Long Junhao instructed firmly.
“Great-grandfather, we can begin now,” Long Junhao said, looking at Long Dahai with hope.
Long Dahai sat cross-legged, unleashing the Heavenly Dragon Battle Technique. A faint golden light started to rotate around him, spinning faster until he became a mere circle of light. His spirit left his body, floating upward. This separation was dangerous, and since he was not yet divine, he had to be cautious as he risked everything to save Lan’er.
He knew that a soul not yet in the netherworld was on its way there but had no idea where to begin searching for Lan’er.
After exploring much of the space, Long Dahai still couldn’t find her and felt anxiety creeping in as he approached the netherworld. “Lan’er, where are you?” he called with his spirit, sensing his weakening power adding to his worries.
If he couldn’t find her soon, he would have to return.
After searching for half a day, just as he was about to turn back, he caught a glimpse of a white figure on the ground – Lan’er’s soul. Terrible, her soul was about to dissipate! He immediately accelerated his divine technique and swiftly swept up Lan’er’s soul.
