Rebirth of the Wilderness

Di Jun and his three companions naturally felt the piercing gazes of Zhen Yuanzi and Ku Zhu, and knew that the seeds of hatred had been planted. Although they wanted to nip the grass in the bud, they were powerless at the moment.

The self-detonation of Hongyun Yuanshen once again dealt them heavy losses, and their strength was greatly reduced. In addition, the disappearance of Hongmeng Purple Qi made them feel empty and lost.

Therefore, facing the hatred and hostility between Zhen Yuanzi and Kuzhu, they did not want to get entangled anymore and chose to retreat temporarily.

The four of them looked at each other, and without further ado, they each used their magical powers to leave this place of trouble.

They knew that although today's events had come to an end, the grudges and hatreds between them and Zhen Yuanzi and Kuzhu in the future were far from over.

They must restore their strength as soon as possible and seek new opportunities and chances to cope with the challenges and crises that may come in the future.

Zhen Yuanzi and Kuzhu looked at the departing backs of Di Jun and the other three, with a complex emotion flashing in their eyes.

They silently vowed to find an opportunity to avenge Hong Yun and make Di Jun and the other three pay the price they deserved.

Just as Zhen Yuanzi and Kuzhu were about to turn around and leave, a red gourd with a dull color, a weak aura, and cracks all over it caught their attention.

That was Hong Yun's innate gourd. They had originally thought that this magic weapon had been destroyed when Hong Yun self-exploded, but unexpectedly it was still intact. This gave Zhen Yuanzi and Ku Zhu a glimmer of hope.

The two of them hurried forward and carefully picked up the gourd.

Their movements were gentle and cautious, fearing that they would accidentally cause irreparable damage to this seemingly fragile treasure.

As the gourd was slowly lifted up, Zhen Yuanzi carefully input a trace of spiritual consciousness and examined the entire gourd.

His spiritual consciousness shuttled through every corner of the gourd like a thin thread, carefully exploring every inch of the texture of this ancient magic weapon.

As time went by, the scene inside the gourd gradually became clear in his mind, and everything he discovered made him disappointed, but also gave him a glimmer of indescribable hope.

The first thing that catches the eye is the mottled scars inside the gourd, which silently tell of the tragedy and determination of Taoist Hongyun when he self-destructed.

However, even under such destruction, this innate gourd still maintained its extraordinary essence. It was not completely destroyed, but instead existed in a tenacious posture.

This made Zhen Yuanzi look at the quality of this innate gourd with new eyes.

But what really gave Zhen Yuanzi a glimmer of hope was the remnant soul of Hongyun that he later discovered deep in the gourd.

The remnant soul is weak and ethereal, as if it will disappear into thin air at any time, but it does exist, with a trace of indomitable spirit and persistence.

What was even more unexpected to Zhen Yuanzi was that within this remnant soul, there was actually a piece of primordial purple energy hidden!

Zhen Yuanzi suddenly realized that the Hongmeng purple energy was not broken into two parts as they had seen before, but broken into three parts!

And at this moment, it was this piece of primordial purple energy that was quietly nurturing Hong Yun's remaining soul, allowing him to retain a trace of life after his self-explosion.

At this moment, Zhen Yuanzi's mood was complicated and indescribable.

He felt pity and sympathy for what happened to Taoist Hongyun, and was also amazed by the magic of the innate gourd and the primordial purple energy.

After understanding the situation, Zhen Yuanzi silently handed the gourd to Kuzhu beside him. Kuzhu took a look at it and fell silent.

The two looked at each other in silence. In this situation, they didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

The good news is that Hong Yun did not completely turn into ashes, but the sad thing is that neither of them has the ability to save Hong Yun's remaining soul.

Faced with this sudden predicament, Zhen Yuanzi and Kuzhu were filled with anxiety and helplessness.

They knew very well that although Taoist Hongyun retained a trace of his soul, this power was extremely weak and could dissipate into nothingness at any time.

"What should we do now to allow Daoist Hongyun to retain a glimmer of hope?"

Zhen Yuanzi and Kuzhu frowned and fell into deep thought.

How to help Taoist Hongyun retain this glimmer of hope has become the most concerning issue for the two at this moment.

They looked at each other, hoping to get some inspiration from this fellow Taoist who also had profound cultivation. Unfortunately, after looking at each other, they both shook their heads.

Disappointed, the two men were fully aware of the challenges they faced, so they carefully examined the Xiantian Gourd again.

The two observed and exchanged their ideas with each other.

They tried to find clues from the remaining soul of Taoist Hongyun, hoping to find some way to save him.

However, as time went on, they found that this path was extremely difficult.

The remaining soul of Taoist Hongyun was too weak, and they could hardly sense any useful information.

Just as the haze of despair was about to loom, a flash of lightning flashed through Zhen Yuanzi's mind, and an idea suddenly illuminated his thoughts.

He suddenly looked up and looked at Kuzhu, and the light of hope flickered in his eyes again, like the brightest star in the night sky.

"Fellow Daoist Kuzhu, do you have another master? Perhaps he can be our last hope to save the remaining soul of Daoist Fellow Hongyun?"

There was a hint of urgency and anticipation in Zhen Yuanzi's voice. He knew very well that this might be their only chance of turning around.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the light in Zhen Yuanzi's eyes dimmed involuntarily, as if suppressed by the cruelty of reality.

"Forget it, even if your master can save you, it's too late!"

Zhen Yuanzi murmured to himself, his tone revealing deep helplessness and despair.

But when Kuzhu heard this, an unusual light flashed in his eyes.

He seemed to have thought of some possibility from Zhen Yuanzi's proposal, a possibility that transcended time constraints and broke the constraints of convention.

Kuzhu took a deep breath, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. He thought of his uncle who could travel through space at will and was omnipotent.

He knew that although this request for help might disturb his uncle, for the sake of fellow Daoist Hongyun and for the sake of this deep friendship, he was willing to give it a try.

So, he slowly spoke, his voice firm and powerful: "Daoyou Zhenyuanzi, we can't just give up like this. Although my master has been in seclusion for a long time and can't be contacted, I still have an uncle who has great magical powers. Maybe he can save Daoyou Hongyun. I will send a WeChat message to my uncle. No matter what, we must fight for a glimmer of hope for Daoyou Hongyun!"

After saying that, he sent a message to Zhao Song and told him about Hong Yun's situation in detail.

"I hope my uncle is not in seclusion!"

While sending the message, Kuzhu was praying in his heart.

After a while, Kuzhu received a reply from Zhao Song, saying that he would come over to see him right away.

The moment he received Zhao Song's reply, Kuzhu's nervous mood immediately relaxed, and he immediately reported the good news to Zhen Yuanzi, "My uncle replied to the message."

When Zhen Yuanzi heard Kuzhu's words, the light in his eyes suddenly lit up, as if a candle suddenly lit in the dark night, illuminating every corner of his heart.

He couldn't wait to ask, "What did your uncle say?"

There was a slight tremor in his voice, which was the desire and nervousness for the unknown result.

Seeing this, Kuzhu hurriedly comforted him, "He said that he would hurry up and come over to take a look in person.

Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, you don't have to worry too much. My uncle has great magical powers and will definitely find a way to save Fellow Daoist Hong Yun."

Kuzhu understood Zhen Yuanzi's feelings. He was well aware of his uncle's strength and wisdom. He was grateful and looking forward to his uncle coming in person to help.

Kuzhu's words were like a spring breeze, warm and powerful, relaxing Zhen Yuanzi's tense nerves a little.

However, Zhen Yuanzi still couldn't calm down.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, but his words still couldn't hide his anxiety and worry: "Daoyou Kuzhu, how can I not be anxious?

Hongyun and I have known each other for so many years and we are like brothers.

Now that he's in such a disaster, how can I just sit back and do nothing?

I just hope your uncle is not too far away from us and can come as soon as possible."

Having said this, Zhen Yuanzi's eyes became firm again.

He knew that no matter how difficult the road ahead was, he had to persevere, for Hongyun and for the deep friendship between them.