Chapter 132: Condensing Soul And Spirit, The Secret Technique Of Life And Death

Bai Qing’er stared intently at the image of Gu Changqing in the mirror.

Obviously, she, too, was vaguely beginning to suspect something.

“This is the time when I am supposed to be resurrected. Could it be that Brother Changqing and Father… really fought over the Earth Book?”

She murmured in her heart.

But the next moment she shook her head, shame flickering in her pretty eyes. “How could I think that of him? Brother Changqing would never be like that.”

…

Inside the mirror.

After Granny Tianwu finished speaking, she went to prepare the items needed for condensing the soul. The soul-condensing process was quite complicated.

Like a ritual, the required items were extremely numerous.

Gu Changqing set down the bronze ancient coffin.

He crouched on the ground, scrutinizing the beautiful woman inside the coffin.

The once lively, haughty princess lay peacefully asleep in the coffin. Her face was pale, devoid of color, and the streaks of blood on her body were dried and withered.

“Qing’er…”

Gu Changqing murmured, complex emotions in his heart.

He felt both pity for the girl and the joy of an imminent reunion, along with a tinge of unease and apprehension.

“Don’t worry, since A-Sang said she could resurrect her, then she surely can.”

“The Witch Clan bases their cultivation on the power radiating from the Witch God. The Witch God’s system is complex. Different people can comprehend different secret arts.”

“A-Sang’s soul-condensing secret technique is the pinnacle of our Witch Clan. You may rest assured.”

Perhaps sensing Gu Changqing’s anxiety, the little dark sparrow on his shoulder spoke human words to comfort him.

Her gaze was also somewhat complex.

Perhaps she alone in this world could understand Gu Changqing’s feelings at this moment.

Gu Changqing nodded, brushed away his apprehension, and quietly waited for Granny Tianwu to prepare the soul-condensing items.

Night fell, and above the nine heavens the bright moon rose.

The white moonlight spread across the world, turning everything into a pearly white.

“Look at today’s weather, not bad at all.”

The dark sparrow gazed at the full moon and spoke, clearly trying again to reassure Gu Changqing.

Gu Changqing did not respond.

He simply tried to calm himself, but the more he tried, the more anxious he became.

Over the years he had traveled the world, sweeping through countless Forbidden Zones and taking divine medicines from major clans of the Immortal Realm, yet even so, the hope of reversing death remained extremely slim.

This time he felt the greatest hope yet. It might even be the last chance for Bai Qing’er’s resurrection—how could he not be anxious?

Ding.

With a sharp bell sound breaking the tranquil moonlight, the soul-condensing ritual was proclaimed to begin.

Inside the bronze ancient coffin, the woman in a black robe, with a delicate figure and slender waist, floated silently between the heavens.

Ding!

Granny Tianwu, holding a small brass bell, walked to the center of the courtyard.

Though aged and frail, she now seemed to radiate inexhaustible vitality. No longer the trembling crone, she appeared as if she had reversed a hundred years of age—the improvement in her spirit was obvious.

She chanted complex mantras from her mouth.

Her left foot kept stamping the ground. Each light step caused the earth to tremble violently.

On the altar behind her, the little paper effigies seemed to come alive, fluttering and circling around Granny Tianwu.

Granny Tianwu spread her hand, and a brush etched with red divine patterns appeared in her palm.

She chanted complex spells while the brush in her hand continuously inked the sky with incisions.

“With my refined blood, I condense the three souls.”

“Using her lifesoul, I guide the seven spirits.”

As the old woman’s chant continued, the brushes flying through the sky drew bright red lines.

Between Bai Qing’er’s limbs, a crimson magic formation suddenly appeared from the void, and a thick stench of blood surged across heaven and earth.

Whoosh…

Heaven and earth trembled as endless moonlight linked with the essence of the world, chaotically converging into the bodies of the ten little paper effigies.

At that moment.

The vast tribe seemed to transform into a ghostly netherworld.

A piercing wind rose, like ghosts wailing.

A gloomy, hollow feeling rose in everyone’s hearts at that instant.

Hum…

Gu Changqing’s body trembled violently. The illusion of Bai Qing’er’s lifesoul within him seemed summoned and flew into Bai Qing’er’s body.

Ding ling ling…

The brass bell in Granny Tianwu’s hand shook rapidly.

The clear bell tones, like valley orioles singing at dawn, were bright and piercing. The dull brass bell now erupted with dazzling divine radiance, illuminating the heavens.

Granny Tianwu’s eyes flared with boundless light, appearing both grim and somewhat sacred.

Sizzle…

Suddenly, one little paper effigy burst into flames and was reduced to ash.

Countless rays of light leapt across the void and converged into Bai Qing’er’s body.

Everyone present could feel that the ten paper effigies represented Bai Qing’er’s three souls and seven spirits.

Each time one burned to ash, it meant one of Bai Qing’er’s soul fragments returned and merged with that lifesoul.

Sizzle…

Sizzle…

One after another, the little paper effigies were reduced to ash.

At the same time, everyone could sense Granny Tianwu’s aura weakening at a terrifying speed!

The old woman’s face turned pale. Her already gaunt body looked even more emaciated.

Her body trembled violently, as if enduring an extremely terrifying backlash from heaven and earth.

One paper effigy.

Three paper effigies.

Five paper effigies.

Until the tenth paper effigy burned.

“Ugh!”

Granny Tianwu suddenly spat a mouthful of blood. Her vitality rapidly receded and her gaunt face instantly aged beyond recognition.

Her body shook. It seemed even speaking had become extremely difficult.

The brass bell in her hand still trembled, and the brush still etched divine patterns, but both movements were extremely slow.

At this moment.

Everyone’s hearts tightened. All could feel that this was the critical moment to resurrect Bai Qing’er, and Granny Tianwu seemed to have reached the limit of her lifespan!

“Ugh!”

Again she coughed up several mouthfuls of blood.

Granny Tianwu suddenly collapsed to the ground, but she signaled to the others not to interrupt. She summoned her last ounce of strength and shouted hoarsely at the top of her lungs.

“Souls… have formed… all… spirits… enter…the…”

The remaining word ‘body’ was stuck in her throat. Before it could be spoken, Granny Tianwu’s voice went hoarse.

What came out was a faint hissing sound.

She didn’t even have the strength to utter the final word. Her life force receded like a flood.

She gazed at Bai Qing’er with indignation, opening her mouth repeatedly but unable to make any sound.

In that final moment.

Granny Tianwu looked toward Gu Changqing. Her trembling finger rose and pointed at the sky.

In an instant.

The finger fell, and Granny Tianwu’s head suddenly drooped.

At that instant.

The magic formation within Bai Qing’er’s body abruptly shattered.

Like the netherworld, the gloomy space was sucked back as if a great whale inhaled water.

Everything returned to normal.

The full moon above the nine heavens remained.

The entire tribe was filled with boundless deathly silence.