Chapter 592 - 393: Healing

Chapter 592: Chapter 393: Healing

A blackened finger gently touched Nash’s nose, wiping away the tears that rolled down.

Every movement seemed incredibly difficult, yet incredibly determined.

Liu Lan’s breathing was faint, and she spoke intermittently.

"Tell Dad... Liu Lan loves him. Tell... Zicao, Liu Lan loves him. Brother... Liu Lan loves you, too."

These soft whispers before her passing...

...were like the last withering petal in winter, floating down gently, yet landing heavily upon the hearts of Nash and Feng Mountain.

Watching the heart-wrenching scene unfold before him,

a vibrant life was fading away right before his eyes.

Feng Mountain’s mind went blank, his thoughts instantly drowned by a surging tide of past memories.

In a daze, he seemed to see Ms. again, remembering how she’d slowly passed away in his arms.

The same powerlessness, the same grief.

It was all replaying as if an exact copy.

His fists clenched uncontrollably, his knuckles turning white from the force.

His nails dug deep into his skin, drawing beads of crimson blood, but Feng Mountain felt no pain.

At this moment, grief, self-blame, and despair intertwined, burning like a raging fire in his chest.

He hated that he was powerless to save Liu Lan.

He hated the cruel, extreme cold that was stealing her life.

And he hated fate for playing such cruel tricks,

making him watch his family die before his eyes, time and time again.

Nash was already sobbing uncontrollably, collapsed beside Liu Lan. He clutched his sister’s hands tightly, as if that alone could keep her with him.

But her small, gradually cooling hands were like a Sharp Blade, stabbing deep into his heart.

Time, like a shooting star, flowed by with exceptional speed in this atmosphere of despair.

Liu Lan’s breathing grew weaker and weaker. She lay quietly on the blanket, her small, pale face devoid of color, yet still possessing an innocent beauty, like a sleeping princess from a fairy tale.

Just as the two were filled with sorrow, believing everything was beyond saving...

Suddenly, a strange sensation struck Feng Mountain’s mind like a bolt of electricity.

It was an indescribable joy, a feeling of rebirth, like a sudden ray of dawn in the darkness that made Feng Mountain’s heart tremble.

’Is it the tribal Fire Seed?’

A strong premonition welled up in Feng Mountain. His eyes flew open, a glint of hope flashing within them.

He immediately calmed his mind, focusing all his attention to communicate with the tribal Fire Seed.

Immediately after, a shocking image appeared in his mind.

The tribal Fire Seed, which had been dim, dull, and on the verge of extinguishing, was now bursting with vigorous life once more.

The flame had turned a vibrant orange-red again, burning fiercely, its light radiating out to illuminate Feng Mountain’s entire consciousness.

And above the Fire Seed...

...a red beam of condensed Soul Power, like a cord connecting heaven and earth, was continuously pouring Soul Power into the tribal Fire Seed.

The red light shimmered with a mysterious luster, seeming to contain endless power.

It filled Feng Mountain with a shocking sense of elation he had never felt before.

’What is this?’

Feng Mountain instantly realized that the immense Soul Power was being transmitted from the Totem Fire.

Alvin had followed his orders.

’Has he started the fishing operation on the Bering Sea?’

Watching the surging, endless stream of Soul Power pouring into the tribal Fire Seed, Feng Mountain knew time was short and he couldn’t afford to delay.

He immediately broke his connection with the tribal Fire Seed.

He darted forward and dropped down in front of Liu Lan.

His hands danced rapidly in the air, his fingers like nimble paintbrushes, quickly drawing all sorts of intricate, complex, and faintly visible Spells.

As Feng Mountain moved, Soul Power leaped and flickered at his fingertips, tracing out lines formed from pure, condensed Soul Power.

Those traces intertwined and wound around each other, gradually outlining...

...the form of a Healing Technique Witchcraft.

Tyson, the several tigers, and the Wolf Pack guarding the snow cave entrance were all extremely sensitive to energy fluctuations. Sensing this surging, powerful Witchcraft, they all rose to their feet in alert.

They stared intently into the depths of the snow cave, their eyes filled with both awe and a hint of anticipation.

But from Nash’s perspective,

all he could see was Khilla waving his hands wildly in the empty air, his movements dizzyingly fast.

Finally, Khilla’s fingers gently pressed against Liu Lan’s forehead.

Nash was filled with confusion.

’What is Khilla doing?’

’Is he praying devoutly to the spirits of all things, wishing for Liu Lan’s soul to find its way to a peaceful resting place under their guidance?’

Feng Mountain was completely focused on casting the healing Witchcraft.

He poured all his mental energy into every flow of Soul Power and every drawn Spell, as if he were burning his very soul.

As the final wisp of Soul Power entered Liu Lan’s body,

the nerve he’d kept taut for so long suddenly went slack with a SNAP, like a bowstring that had been drawn tight for too long and was abruptly released.

It felt as if all the strength had been instantly drained from his body.

He collapsed bonelessly onto the blanket, limbs splayed out, gasping for breath.

Feng Mountain’s face was a mask of exhaustion.

Yet, beneath the exhaustion, the joy in his eyes was like brilliant stars, nearly overflowing.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and his chapped lips moved as he muttered to himself.

’Alvin, I fucking love you!!’

’When this cold wave and blizzard are over, I’ll definitely give you the biggest damn red envelope.’

Then, his eyelids drooped uncontrollably. His vision went black, and he passed out completely.

"Khilla!" Nash, who had been lost in grief over his sister, was startled by Feng Mountain’s sudden collapse.

He scrambled forward on his knees, which made a rustling sound on the blanket.

His trembling hands anxiously felt over Feng Mountain’s body, first checking for breath from his nose, then feeling for a pulse.

After a short while, he found that Feng Mountain had only passed out from extreme fatigue and complete exhaustion of his stamina.