He's Dead for Sure, I Said So!

"Ancestor, save me!!!"

In the starry sky, Sikong Qingyun swallowed a bottle of Sacred Pills and numerous precious medicines, but found them utterly useless. They could not suppress the Dao wounds left by the Extreme Dao Imperial Weapon, nor could they heal his exploded body. He immediately cried out to Sikong Wuya for help.

Sikong Wuya gave Sikong Qingyun an indifferent glance, then looked away.

Such severe Dao wounds could never be healed by ordinary spirit pills or precious medicines. Besides, Sikong Qingyun had little lifespan remaining to begin with, and he had now activated a Quasi-Emperor weapon, worsening his injuries upon injuries. Unless he found an Undying Immortal Medicine, there was no way to cure him.

The problem was that Undying Immortal Medicine was among the most supreme immortal medicines in the Divine Mystic World. Even a Great Emperor might not be able to find a single plant.

Not to mention that the Sikong Family did not possess such an immortal medicine—even if they did, they would never use it on Sikong Qingyun.

In other words, Sikong Qingyun was dead for sure this time!

Of course, it was not that Sikong Wuya was heartless or willing to stand by and watch a clansman die. He had broken out of his seal this time precisely to save Sikong Qingyun.

But for family foundations like them, who had sealed themselves away, the very purpose of their sealing was to contribute one final time to the family at moments like this. If they fell, then they fell; there was no need to waste the family's resources.

Sikong Wuya turned his head. His gaze first fell upon the Divine Radiance Mirror above Chen An's head, shimmering with seven-colored immortal light. Greed and apprehension flashed through his eyes before his gaze shifted to Chen