Are you really trying to cultivate immortality? Something feels off.

Ordinary swords and knives can heal, and muscles and bones can be restored.

However, the loss of primordial power and the shattering of divine bones are incurable pains that damage the meridians and the soul.

"Here," Shen Chunri carefully offered the dragon scale, "Before my senior brother left, he said that this could repair the little dragon's original power, as well as its divine bones."

Feng Yu turned around and took the Dragon Scale. He immediately poured layers of warm Dao power into Tan Suiting's body to forcibly stabilize his soul, which was on the verge of collapse.

Under the healing and soothing power of the Medicine Sect's chief, the dragon bloodline, which was originally restless and on the verge of collapse, gradually stabilized.

Tan Suiting kept his eyes down the whole time, his long eyelashes lifeless, silent and motionless, neither resisting nor responding, as if this body no longer belonged to him.

Feng Jilan frowned deeply: "You're all injured too, go back and heal. As for Xintang and Xiaoshui..."

"I'm not seriously injured," Nie Zhao frowned. "I can set off back to Ten Thousand Swords Mountain right now to find..."

“We’re not dead yet, there’s no need for disciples to go out and risk their lives,” Feng Jilan interrupted her, his expression cold and stern. “Your senior and junior uncles and I will naturally bring them back.”

Nie Zhao wanted to say something more.

"This injury is beyond the use of the sect's spiritual medicines," Feng Yu withdrew his spiritual power, gently pulled his hand back, and said with a firm tone, "Xiao Long is the crown prince of the Taixu Dragon Clan of the East Sea. He possesses ancient bloodlines and can only recuperate by returning to the sea. I will take him back to Longyuan."

Ordinary elixirs cannot hold back Tan Suiting at this moment.

If he stays in the sect any longer, even if he obtains the Dragon Scale, he will only wither away day by day, his soul gradually dissipating, and eventually he will vanish without a trace.

Without further hesitation, Feng Yu summoned the cloud carriage and personally helped the weak and stiff Tan Suiting to a seat. He covered him with a cloud-patterned brocade robe to keep him warm and prevent the last trace of spiritual energy in his body from dissipating.

"You two stay at the sect to rest," he turned and instructed Nie Zhao and Shen Chunri, his tone solemn. "I will personally escort him back to the Taixu Dragon Clan of the East Sea."

Nie Zhao felt a pang of sadness, and bowed with his hands clasped, saying, "Thank you for your trouble, Senior Uncle."

Shen Chunri gazed at the lifeless Tan Suiting on the cloud carriage and asked in a low voice, "Will Xiao Tan ever come back?"

Feng Yu did not answer, but turned around and stepped onto the front of the cloud chariot, activating his spiritual power.

A long, white cloud chariot slowly rose into the sky, breaking through layers of flowing clouds.

The Feng Hua Sect gradually turned into a speck of dust.

*

Inside the palace, Tan Suiting sat alone in a corner.

His white robes were stained with blood, his eyes lifeless and devoid of light.

Feng Yu raised his hand and hugged him tightly, leaning him against his chest. He listened to his disciple's deathly silence, his breathing so light it was almost inaudible.

It's like—

His body returned, but his soul was forever buried in Ten Thousand Swords Mountain.

A heavy feeling settled over him.

"Uncle-Master..." Tan Suiting suddenly spoke, his voice extremely hoarse, his eyes unfocused.

Like a child having a nightmare.

Feng Yu was still channeling gentle spiritual energy into him, and replied, "What's wrong? Your senior uncle is here."

"My senior brother said he would come back," Tan Suiting said hoarsely. "I believe him."

I don't know if she was talking to Feng Yu or to herself.

"Little Dragon, be good," Feng Yu choked up almost imperceptibly, gently stroking his long hair, "I promise, once you wake up, your senior brother will definitely come back."

Upon hearing this, Tan Suiting slowly closed his eyes, and a single white tear slid down his cheek.

*

The cloud chariot crossed the vast ocean, waves surged, and the deep blue sea gradually came into view.

In the distance, one can see the towering crystal palace of the Taixu Dragon Clan of the East Sea.

The Dragon Abyss is shrouded in mist, its grandeur inherent.

The Dragon Clan Empress was waiting at the entrance early, her solemn expression revealing her anxiety.

The Dragon Emperor was dressed in a black and gold brocade robe embroidered with dragons, with his crown tassels hanging down. His posture was as upright as a mountain, but his knuckles were tightly gripping the dragon-patterned jade belt at his waist, and the base of his fingers was white.

Beside him, the Dragon Queen wore a moon-white silk imperial robe, with deep-sea pearls adorning her temples. Her once dignified eyes were now filled with anxiety, and her fingertips trembled slightly.

Since receiving the spiritual message from Feng Yu in advance, the two have been waiting here for a long time.

The message contained only a few words: Tan Suiting's divine bones were shattered, and although his physical body was preserved, he suffered severe damage and his life was hanging by a thread.

Seeing the cloud chariot slowly descending from afar, the Dragon Queen could no longer maintain her composure. She took two steps forward, the sea breeze fluttering her robes.

The curtains of the cloud carriage were lifted by Feng Yu's hand.

Tan Suiting was sitting inside.

The blue and white robes still bore large patches of dried, dark blood, the marks left on him by Xie Weixing.

The person was completely devoid of any vitality; long eyelashes drooped, without a trace of tears, only a deathly gray-white, and not even a trace of the spiritual light belonging to the Taixu Dragon Clan could be seen around him.

Seeing her son like this, the Empress felt a lump in her throat, as if her heart was being gripped by a cold, large hand.

She quickly walked up the jade steps and bent down to touch Tan Suiting's cheek. When her fingertips were about to touch his cheek, the boy did not flinch or respond at all, like a jade statue whose soul had left its body.

"Little Dragon... my child..." The Dragon Queen's voice trembled, and tears that had been suppressed for so long finally rolled down her cheeks, pearl-like teardrops falling into the sea and shattering into shimmering specks. "Look at your mother, look at your mother, we're home, my little dragon..."

Tan Suiting didn't even open his eyes.

"His injuries are too severe, and he is overwhelmed by worry, so he has entered a state of nothingness," Feng Yu said as he stepped down from the cloud chariot and bowed deeply to the Dragon Emperor and Dragon Empress. His expression was heavy. "Your Majesty, please lend me the Dragon Abyss. I need to repair the little dragon's broken divine bones."

"Please." The Dragon Queen raised her hand and carefully picked up her son with both hands, her tears turning into pearls and falling onto his blood-stained cheeks.

Suppressing the surging shock and pain in his heart, the Dragon Emperor asked in a deep voice, "Just how badly is my son injured?"

The Dragon Queen, carrying the distraught Tan Suiting, slowly descended the jade steps from the cloud carriage.

The surrounding elders all bowed their heads, none daring to look up at the Crown Prince in this state.

"I did my best to stabilize the physical wounds on the way," Feng Yu said with a furrowed brow and a heavy tone. "What was truly fatal was not the external injury, but the fact that he exhausted his own original spiritual power to save a fellow disciple, and even damaged his divine bones in the process. Xiao Long was born with incomplete divine bones, which might be a serious injury to others, but for him, it was death."

The emperor and empress were pale.

Damage to the divine bones? Loss of the primordial power?

As fellow dragons, they knew what those two sentences meant.

They wished they could transfer their entire life, reincarnation, and even cultivation to the other person.

Who exactly is that fellow disciple?

"This is an ancient treasure of the dragon race that they brought back from Wanjian Mountain," Feng Yu said, taking out the dragon scale in his hand. "Only this can mobilize the pure tidal dragon energy from the depths of the ancestral land, Dragon Abyss, to protect the little dragon's remaining soul and regenerate its original power."

The Dragon Emperor lowered his eyes and looked at his son, who was lying in his wife's arms, looking utterly dejected.

The Crown Prince of the East Sea was born with the supreme bloodline of the Dragon Clan. He became famous at a young age and was proud and unyielding. When did he become so like a piece of rotten wood?