Qian Xun Yue floated up from within the coffin, slowly rising into mid-air.
At this moment, Su Mo felt a little nervous inside. Today was the most critical moment for whether Qian Xun Yue could be saved.
Su Mo and Ling Shang both stepped back slightly so as not to interfere with Purple Heaven.
Purple Heaven did not rush to act, instead carefully sizing up the Qian Xun Yue before him with a rather solemn expression.
A short while later, Purple Heaven made his move, and two auras suddenly surged from his body.
These two auras were the aura of life and the aura of death, incomparable in their profundity.
The two auras grew increasingly formidable, forming two streams of Qi, one black and one white, upon Purple Heaven's body.
The two streams of Qi intertwined and entangled with each other like a rotating Tai Chi Yin Yang Diagram, and a profound and abstruse aura continuously permeated outward.
Shortly, the two streams of Qi surged onto Qian Xun Yue, completely wrapping her within them.
Afterward, Purple Heaven slowly sat down. Qian Xun Yue hovered above Purple Heaven's head, slightly floating and sinking within the black and white streams of Qi.
A majestic momentum further surged from Purple Heaven's body, connecting with the black and white streams of Qi and generating a vibrant life force.
Su Mo and Ling Shang gazed at this scene with solemn expressions, anticipating that Qian Xun Yue could truly be saved.
Su Mo waited quietly; he could not help out, nor did he understand how Purple Heaven was performing the treatment, so he could only wait patiently.
Time continuously slipped away, and two hours quickly passed. In Su Mo's observation, Qian Xun Yue seemed to have no changes at all.
At this time, Su Mo grew