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And in the center of the vortex, a deeper, purer blue light, accompanied by a more majestic, more mysterious vitality, is slowly emerging...

Nine-turn Resurrection Grass? !

The flesh and blood of the Nine Nether Mysterious Water Python had not yet completely settled, and the cave was filled with a strong smell of blood and coldness, but strangely mixed with a trace of pure vitality. Everyone's eyes were focused on the slowly rotating vortex in the center of the dark blue pool.

The vortex was not big, only a few feet in diameter, but it was spinning faster and faster. The water was no longer the pure dark blue it was before, but it seemed as if billions of stars were flowing and dying in it, exuding an indescribable depth and vastness. The majestic vitality that was previously covered by the Nine-aperture Linglong Grass and suppressed by the aura of the Mysterious Water Python was now released without reservation like a giant dragon that had broken free from its shackles, filling the entire cave.

Just the breath that escaped made the chaotic power in Luo Qingchen's body, which had just calmed down, active again, as if it had encountered a tonic and greedily wanted to absorb it. The blue mark on Lin Wan'er's wrist also glowed slightly again, and the power from the exquisite grass in her body echoed it, making her feel warm all over, and the previous fatigue and injuries seemed to be recovering quickly.

"This... could this be..." Su Xiaowan covered her mouth, her eyes widened, and she even forgot to breathe. Although she didn't have much experience, she instinctively felt that the thing that was about to appear in the center of the vortex was definitely a treasure beyond imagination.

Luo Qingchen's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, and his eyes were fixed on the center of the vortex. That vitality, pure, vast, with a mysterious artistic conception of reincarnation and reversal of life and death, perfectly matched the characteristics of the Nine-Turn Resurrection Grass described in the classics!

There is no mistake! This must be the real Nine Revolutions Resurrection Grass!
The vortex spun to its extreme and suddenly retracted inwards. The next moment, a strange plant about one foot tall slowly emerged from the center of the vortex.

It has no roots, as if it grew directly from the void, suspended above the water. The whole body presents an indescribable color, neither black nor white, as if it contains all the colors of the world, and as if there is no color at all, only the most original chaotic color. The main body of the plant is like a hovering mini dragon, lifelike, with its head held high and its tail swaying. From the dragon-shaped body, there are exactly nine leaves of different shapes, no more and no less.

Each of these nine leaves presents a different state and color.

The first leaf is tender green and full of newborn vitality, as if representing the ultimate of life.

The second leaf, yellow and withered, carries a breath of decay, as if representing the helplessness of "aging".

The third leaf is as red as blood, with a faint evil spirit flowing through it, as if representing the pain of "illness".

The fourth leaf is as black as ink, exuding a deadly chill, as if representing the end of "death".

The fifth leaf is pure white, flowing with holy light, as if representing transcendence and purification.

The sixth leaf is as blue as the sea, containing tolerance and nurturing, as if representing the starting point of reincarnation.

The seventh leaf, shining with golden light, carries endless majesty and power, as if representing the strength of the soul.

The eighth leaf is filled with purple mist, full of mystery and dignity, as if representing the trajectory of fate.

The ninth leaf is transparent and colorless, like glass, yet it seems to reflect everything in the world. Birth, old age, sickness and death, joy, anger, sorrow and happiness are all included in it. Ultimately, it returns to nothingness and is born from nothingness, repeating itself over and over again, endlessly. This is the true meaning of "reincarnation"!

Nine leaves, nine completely different but interdependent auras, perfectly blended on this plant, forming an extremely mysterious cycle of life and death. Just looking at it makes people's hearts sway, as if they are about to fall into that endless cycle.

"Nine-turn Resurrection Grass..." Luo Qingchen muttered to himself, his eyes filled with shock and excitement. The strangeness and mystery of this magical grass far exceeded his imagination.

"Wow! Is this the Nine Revolutions Resurrection Grass? It looks... so weird!" Su Xiaowan came back to her senses and looked at it curiously, "It doesn't look as pretty as the blue grass just now. It's so gaudy."

Lin Wan'er rolled her eyes at her: "What do you know? This is called the simplicity of the great way, returning to nature. Look at the ninth leaf, how mysterious it is." Although she couldn't explain it, her intuition told her that the power contained in this grass was many times stronger than that of the Nine-Aperture Exquisite Grass.

Luo Qingchen suppressed his excitement and turned his gaze to Bai Ling'er, who was breathing weakly in the rock wall in the distance. With this Nine-turn Resurrection Grass, Bai Ling'er's injuries can be cured! Even the residual soul of the master has hope of being reshaped!

"We must get it as soon as possible and leave here." Luo Qingchen took a deep breath and calmed his mind. Although the Black Water Python was dead, the Nine Netherworld was full of weirdness, and no one knew if there would be other changes.

He used the Chaos Power that had just recovered and seemed to be even more pure and condensed in his body, and cautiously approached the Nine Revolutions Resurrection Grass in the center of the pool. The previous lesson made him dare not be careless. The Nine Nether Azure Lake and the Nine Revolutions Resurrection Grass itself might contain unknown dangers.

The closer he got, the clearer the majestic vitality and reincarnation became, almost becoming tangible. Luo Qingchen felt that his soul was becoming more transparent and condensed under the impact of this force. At the same time, an invisible repulsive force emanated from the Nine Revolutions Resurrection Grass, preventing foreign objects from approaching.

This repulsive force is not an aggressive force, but a kind of domain, or an instinctive reaction of a divine object, which seems to resist any attempt to take it away from here.

Luo Qingchen stopped, not daring to force his way in. He tried to simulate a trace of chaotic power into gentle anger, and slowly passed it to the Nine Revolutions Resurrection Grass, expressing that he had no ill intentions, but just needed to borrow its power.

The power of chaos is the source of all things and is extremely inclusive. When this gentle power of chaos came into contact with the area emitted by the Nine-Turn Resurrection Grass, the repulsive force paused slightly, as if it was a little "confused", but it did not immediately launch an attack.

There is a way! Luo Qingchen was delighted and continued to release his kindness carefully. At the same time, he slowly extended the power of chaos, like a gentle hand, trying to touch the suspended Nine Revolutions Resurrection Grass.

Just when his chaotic power was about to touch the body of the magical herb, the mutation occurred again!
The nine leaves of the Nine-Turn Resurrection Grass, each in a different shape, suddenly vibrated together! Each leaf lit up with a light of the corresponding color, and the nine powers representing different stages of the cycle of life and death intertwined in an instant, forming a storm of power that was far more terrifying and mysterious than before, and fiercely rolled back towards Luo Qingchen!

This storm of power includes the desire for life, the decay of old age, the pain of illness, the despair of death, the temptation of transcendence, the confusion of reincarnation...all these extreme and contradictory forces blend together, impacting not only Luo Qingchen's body and the power of chaos, but also directly impacting his soul and will!
"Puff!" Luo Qingchen was caught off guard, as if he was hit hard in the chest and soul by an invisible hammer. He spit out a large mouthful of blood again, and his body flew backwards uncontrollably, falling heavily on the shore. His face instantly became paler than when he killed the Black Water Python just now!

"Senior Brother Luo!" Lin Wan'er and Su Xiaowan were horrified and hurried forward to support him.

"Ahem..." Luo Qingchen struggled to sit up, feeling as if his internal organs had shifted, and bursts of tearing pain came from the depths of his soul, and his eyes went dark. What a terrible backlash! The power of this Nine-turn Resurrection Grass was simply beyond his control! It seemed to have its own intelligence and will, resisting any attempt to forcibly pick it. If it weren't for his solid foundation in the Chaos Dao and his soul power far exceeding that of his peers, he would have been completely destroyed!

"Senior Brother Luo, how are you?" Lin Wan'er was so anxious that tears were about to come out. She quickly transferred the gentle vitality from the Linglong grass in her body into Luo Qingchen's body, trying to help him heal his wounds.

"I... I can still hold on." Luo Qingchen panted, looking at the Nine-Turn Resurrection Grass that was still quietly floating in the center of the pool, as if nothing had happened, his eyes filled with solemnity and a hint of fear.

This magical herb cannot be obtained by brute force! It can even be said that it does not allow any living creature to "pick" it! It seems to be the rule of this world, the core of the Nine Nether Azure Lake. If you take it away by force, you will inevitably be attacked by the power of heaven and earth!

"Then...what should we do?" Su Xiaowan stamped her feet anxiously, "The grass is right there, we can't get it, and we are trapped here. Sister Bailing'er is still waiting for help!"

Luo Qingchen also fell into deep thought. It would definitely not work to force it. He would definitely not be able to withstand the backlash a second time. Should he give up? Absolutely not! The master's hope and Bai Ling'er's life all depend on this grass!

There must be another way!

His eyes swept over the nine leaves again, over the cycle of life and death. Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind like lightning.

Nine transformations to restore the soul, reverse life and death, reincarnation... The core of the power of this magical herb lies in "reincarnation" and "balance". Perhaps the backlash just now was because I tried to "take it by force" and broke the balance here?

What if, instead of “taking”, we “borrow”? Or, in other words, we gain its approval in some way?

Luo Qingchen thought of the mark on Lin Wan'er's wrist. A branch of the Nine-aperture Linglong Grass merged into her body at the last moment, not only did it not hurt her, but it gave her strength. Does this mean that these spiritual roots of heaven and earth can, to some extent, resonate with living beings, and even actively choose them?
The Nine-Turn Resurrection Grass is many times higher than the Nine-Aperture Exquisite Grass, and its spirituality is naturally stronger. It may not be easy to gain its recognition. What are the conditions?
Luo Qingchen's gaze involuntarily fell on his meridians that were flowing with the power of chaos, and on his soul that had experienced life and death and felt reincarnation.

Chaos is the origin of all things, and theoretically does not conflict with any force. And I just happened to have glimpsed a little bit of the mystery of reincarnation.

Perhaps... I could use the most fundamental power of chaos to communicate with it? Not plundering, not demanding, but equal communication, showing my understanding of the cycle of life and death, and seeking its help?
This idea is very bold, even a little whimsical. Communicating with a blade of grass? Or a magical grass that contains the laws of heaven and earth?
But right now, there seems to be no better way.

"Wan'er, Xiaowan, the two of you step back and protect me. No matter what happens, don't go near the pool." Luo Qingchen sat down cross-legged again, his expression becoming unusually solemn.

"Senior Brother Luo, do you want to try again?" Lin Wan'er looked at his pale face worriedly.

"If we don't try, we will all die here." Luo Qingchen closed his eyes and said no more.

He discarded all distracting thoughts in his mind, including his desire for the magic herb, his eagerness to leave, and his worries about his injuries. His mind sank into a clear and empty state, with only the purest foundation of Chaos Taoism and his slight understanding of life and death, and reincarnation.

He no longer tried to control or guide the power of chaos, but let it flow naturally, emitting the most original, ancient, and inclusive aura. This aura was not aggressive or invasive, but only primitive and harmonious like the beginning of the world.

At the same time, he condensed his soul and thoughts into a pure wave, and slowly and sincerely transmitted it to the Nine-Turn Resurrection Grass in the center of the pool.

What is conveyed is not language, not a request, but a mood.

A reverence for life, an understanding of death, and a respect for reincarnation.

An obsession with longing for redemption, longing for compensation, longing for the return of the dead and for the living to have no regrets.

This thought, perfectly integrated with the aura of his Chaos Dao Foundation, spread silently to the center of the pool like a trickle of water.

At first, the Nine-Turn Resurrection Grass did not react at all. It was still floating quietly, emitting an aura that kept people at a distance of thousands miles.

Luo Qingchen was neither discouraged nor impatient, and he still kept his mind clear and his thoughts focused.

Time passed bit by bit.

Lin Wan'er and Su Xiaowan on the shore watched nervously, not daring to even breathe.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe just a moment, or maybe thousands of years.

In the center of the pond, the Nine-Turn Resurrection Grass trembled slightly.

Then, the transparent leaf that represented the true meaning of "reincarnation" suddenly lit up with a soft, indescribable light. This light seemed to penetrate time and space and directly shone into the depths of Luo Qingchen's soul.

Luo Qingchen only felt his soul throbbing, as if he had established a connection with some great existence.

The next moment, the transparent leaf actually slowly and actively fell off the body of the Nine-Turn Resurrection Grass!

It did not explode with terrifying power like before, but turned into a stream of light, like a weary bird returning to its nest, lightly and gently flying towards Luo Qingchen on the shore, and finally hovered in front of his brows, emitting pure and majestic life and reincarnation power. (End of this chapter)