"I understand, Spirit King." At her words, Vermilion Bird's Nirvana flames began to flow around her, winding toward the Tree of Life.
She attempted to use the meaning of Nirvana within herself to resonate with that sliver of life hidden beneath the withered exterior.
However, after a long while, Vermilion Bird's flames slowly subsided. "My power is still insufficient to restore it completely."
"I'll try once more."
Canglan gently advised, "Vermilion Bird, please don't force yourself. You need rest."
Just then—
Whoosh!
A blazing figure tore through the void and suddenly descended here.
It was Aines, the Fire Spirit King, returned.
A trace of urgency showed between his brows as his gaze went straight to Canglan. "Canglan, can you sense Mo Ruier?"
"The resonance between my power and hers has become unusually active, yet there's still no sign of her."
Canglan closed her eyes and focused for a moment. Gentle ripples of water spread around her as she carefully sensed that invisible bond.
A moment later, she opened her eyes, a hint of gravity flashing through them. "I can sense her."
"Aines, you were right. The resonance between the powers of water, fire, and grass is growing stronger and stronger."
"It is as though... she is nearby, yet separated from us by an impenetrable mist."
"As the Grass Spirit King, Mo Ruier must have sensed the calamity befalling the Tree of Life as well."
At that, Aines nodded. "If I'm not mistaken, she has fallen into a slumber, something like a nightmare."
"If she is trapped in a nightmare-like state, her consciousness may be imprisoned by illusions, unable to distinguish the truth of the outside world."
"Even if she sensed the disaster here, if no one awakens her, she may need an incredibly long time to wake on her own."