Hope of Resurrection

If resurrection were truly possible, who would be willing to linger on in this sunless Heavenly Tomb?

He was Xiao Xuan—the proud Xiao Xuan, the Xiao Xuan who had once dominated an era a thousand years ago.

If not for waiting for a qualified descendant of the Xiao Tribe, he would not have chosen to enter the Heavenly Tomb a thousand years ago. How could he have waited until now otherwise?

Proud as he was, he would never deign to cling to such a wretched existence.

"Difficult to find now does not mean they were difficult to find in ancient times. In an ancient Dou Sheng's Cave Abode, I found several Soul Infant Fruits and Spirit Dragon Heavenly Ganodermas."

Xiao Yan carefully took several jade boxes from his Storage Ring and opened them one by one.

Though there were many jade boxes, they contained only two kinds of identical items.

One was a golden fruit the size of a fist, shaped like an infant.

The other was a dark-red ganoderma as long as a pair of chopsticks, shaped like a swimming dragon.

"Two Soul Infant Fruits and three Spirit Dragon Heavenly Ganodermas. They are enough to completely replenish the Origin Soul Energy that our ancestor has expended."

Xiao Yan pointed to the five jade boxes before him.

"It is indeed enough. But what happens after replenishing the origin source qi? A soul body cannot break free from the Heavenly Tomb's restraints; it must have a physical body."

Xiao Xuan drew a deep breath.

For the first time, he felt that resurrection was truly so close.

"Hehe, Ancestor, you may be powerful, but you are not an Alchemist after all. Naturally, you would not be skilled in methods of returning from death to life. My teacher, Yao Chen, is currently the