Everyone's eyes were fixed on Song Wanníng.
She seemed unaware, carefully channeling spiritual energy. Finally, a tiny passageway was opened.
Immediately, an overwhelming stench of decay assaulted them. Fortunately, she had sealed her sense of smell in advance, avoiding its effect.
Song Wanníng turned around, her expression serious as she took out a small bowl.
"Everyone squeeze two drops of heart blood."
Her tone was firm, leaving no room for objection. Huo Jinchuan's face darkened. No matter how well-trained he was, he wanted to curse at that moment.
But Patriarch Huo showed no hesitation and forced two drops of heartfelt blood out, his face paling drastically.
Seeing that Huo Jinchuan still hesitated, Patriarch Huo's eyes flashed sharply. He struck Huo Jinchuan with a palm.
In the next instant, Huo Jinchuan flew back like a popped balloon, crashing into the surrounding ice walls with cracking sounds.
"Pfft—"
He spat blood, his murderous intent reaching a peak once more.
Song Wanníng and Baili Shang were stunned by Patriarch Huo's ruthless action. After all, Huo Jinchuan was still his son; this was too harsh.
"I told you, stop playing tricks. If I can't save your mother, I will personally kill you!"
Patriarch Huo was filled with anger. He often suspected Huo Jinchuan deliberately dragged his feet, unwilling to save Meng'er.
Huo Jinchuan's murderous intent boiled inside, but he kept telling himself to stay calm.
"I've endured for hundreds of years, what's a little longer?"
He raised his head, struggled to stand, and approached.
His black eyes sent a chill down the spine.
He then forced out two drops of heartfelt blood, his face even paler than before.
"Hmph."
Only then was Patriarch Huo satisfied. His gaze softened as he looked at the corpse. In his mind, even if it cost Huo Jinchuan his life, there could be no objections.
This was a debt owed to Meng'er.
Song Wanníng's expression remained serious, but her eyes held a hint of provocation toward Huo Jinchuan. She was doing this on purpose. What could he do?
Before the Heavenly Dao punishment, he had no choice but to obey.
She picked up the bowl, mixed the heart blood together, then pressed it forward into the tiny hole.
Soon the blood dripped onto the corpse's rotting lips, instantly giving the pale face a hint of color. Patriarch Huo grew excited, as if the person on the ice bed might awaken any moment.
Minutes passed. After the heart blood fully dissolved into the corpse, Song Wanníng placed the Resurrection Pill into the hole.
The pill quickly landed on the corpse's lips.
She didn't crush it immediately but instead asked Patriarch Huo for the Buddha lamp.
Once in her hands, a sense of calm washed over Song Wanníng's soul.
She stared at the lamp—this was a precious treasure.
With a faint smile, she turned to the two men.
"Now, each of you needs to drip two drops of heart blood into this Buddha lamp. This will immediately link the corpse and the soul. Once I melt the Resurrection Pill, she can be awakened!"
Her explanation sounded reasonable.
Patriarch Huo gave Song Wanníng a long, deep look but finally chose to concede. He forced out two more drops of heartfelt blood, his face instantly pale as paper, and he looked utterly drained.
Heart blood was different from ordinary blood—it held a person's vital energy and essence.
Losing too much could leave one exhausted, weak, or even collapse on the spot. Its importance was self-evident.
The Buddha lamp was quickly brought before Huo Jinchuan.
Song Wanníng's eyes widened, locking onto Huo Jinchuan's gaze.
Though she said nothing, her look was full of provocation and mockery.
Huo Jinchuan silently clenched his fists, his wounds still aching, making him want to sever the head of the woman before him.
But now was not the time.
With a sullen expression, he forced out two drops of heartfelt blood, his spirit wilting immediately. Seeing his murderous glare, Song Wanníng blinked at him with a smile, then calmly turned toward the frozen corpse.
Her expression grew serious.
For some reason, everyone grew tense, mirroring her movements. Each person held their own thoughts but had no choice but to wait.
She held the Buddha lamp, murmuring prayers sincerely. After a long while, she sealed the lamp. Holding the lamp in one hand, she drew a line in midair. Suddenly, a blood bridge formed between the two pools of blood.
"Go!"
At her command, the remnant soul in the Buddha lamp floated out, following the blood bridge toward the corpse.
At that moment, Patriarch Huo finally believed in Song Wanníng. His heart pounded wildly.
Huo Jinchuan's heart tightened, mind in turmoil.
What if mother really woke?
Would she witness him killing father?
In truth, he held little feeling for that woman.
But she was still his mother. If she wanted to live peacefully, maybe he could let her go...
Baili Shang and Xiao Heyun also wore complicated expressions.
They had thought Song Wanníng was bluffing, but it seemed she was telling the truth.
The remnant soul slowly floated above the corpse, hurriedly searching for an entrance.
Song Wanníng's eyes narrowed. Suddenly, she raised her hand, sending a force piercing the hole to the Resurrection Pill.
The pill, once round and whole, instantly turned to powder and frantically entered the corpse's mouth.
The powder quickly dispersed.
The once rotting corpse visibly began to recover, like withered wood soaked by nourishing rain, bursting with life. In just moments, the corpse regained its original appearance.
Song Wanníng looked down.
Though not a great beauty, the woman's delicate features and exquisite brows made her look cute. At that moment, the remnant soul finally found its place, struggling to enter the corpse's sea of consciousness.
"Meng'er!!!"
Patriarch Huo could no longer contain his excitement. He lunged forward, embracing the ice bed with tears streaming down his face. He was no longer fierce, crying like a child.
Huo Jinchuan's expression froze for a moment, complicated feelings flickering before returning to coldness.
Baili Shang and Xiao Heyun immediately went on alert, knowing the Heavenly Dao punishment was coming.
Suddenly, oppressive pressure swept down from the sky, enveloping them all in an instant.
Song Wanníng raised an eyebrow, looking up.
Through the thick ice walls, she saw the rapidly gathering lightning tribulation.
Patriarch Huo suddenly lifted his head.
Tears in his eyes were still wet, but his expression changed sharply.
"Come. This time, I will not let you take her!"
Boom—
The enraged Heavenly Dao immediately sensed the provocation.
The terrifying punishment fell straight down, without a trace of mercy.