The Ten Thousand Year Cold Air was stirred by the formation, and the pool water formed from it also drifted into the air, merging with the clouds and mist.
The original water pool had instead become empty, leaving only the Ice Coffin containing Leng Yan's remains lying quietly at the bottom.
His gaze passed through the Ice Coffin and settled on Leng Yan, who lay silently within.
Su Shi'er's eyes flickered, his face filled with hesitation.
Hou Sihai's greatest wish in life had been to bring Leng Yan back to life. For that, he had once spared no cost in joining the Sacred Spirit Cult, which was controlled by the Devil Race.
After the Sacred Spirit Cult's conspiracy was shattered, he had entered the Buddhist path.
As for what Hou Sihai had specifically experienced and encountered over the past century or so, Su Shi'er naturally had no way of knowing.
Yet he had managed to find Thousand Year Profound Ice to preserve Leng Yan's body intact, and had even obtained a Spiritual Pill containing the aura of Phoenix Grass.
From this alone, one could see the countless hardships he had endured.
Now, Su Shi'er himself likely had no hope of surviving, and he was torn over whether to open the coffin and give the Spiritual Pill in his hand to Leng Yan.
Given their present circumstances, even if Leng Yan truly still had a thread of life left and took the Spiritual Pill, that thread would likely vanish soon after.
But if he did not use the Spiritual Pill, then once he died, no one would be able to fulfill Hou Sihai's final wish in the future.
After pondering for a moment, Su Shi'er's gaze gradually turned firm.
Fine! Whether it worked or not, he would only know after trying.