Thirty years later.
Chen Lin sat in the secret chamber of the Qingyang Sect's Sect Master's Manor, looking at the Vermilion Bird Feather before him, his face full of worry.
Over those thirty years, he had tried countless methods, but none had restored Luo Qinglan's remnant soul. Instead, the little fish representing her in the fate screen had begun to fade. Even that was only after he had channeled the energy from the Fire Phoenix's Inner Core into the Vermilion Bird Feather to slow her demise. Otherwise, she would already have dissipated completely.
Judging by her current condition, he estimated that Luo Qinglan would not last another hundred years unless he found a solution.
But high-tier energy sharing the same origin as the Divine Phoenix Bloodline was difficult to find. To restore Luo Qinglan's remnant soul, it would have to be at least Rank Seven. Despite searching far and wide, he had found no relevant information.
Moreover, her origin essence was perishing, something his talent ability could do nothing about unless his origin essence force increased dramatically and underwent a new change.
With a sigh, Chen Lin put the feather away.
Not only had Luo Qinglan failed to recover, but there had still been no news of Qin Lingyu and the others. It made him feel that he had been a failure as a husband.
Over those thirty years, Fat Tiger had remained at Gambling Fortune Lake, and Grass had spent most of her time there as well. Yet the Cat-headed Monster had never appeared.
As for finding the Pool Scenario through continued exploration, he had already abandoned that approach. Fishing for a needle in the ocean was simply unrealistic. Besides, nightmare realm scenarios were becoming increasingly outrageous, and he dared not venture into them lightly.
Now, he could only