"In the Lamp-Lighting Realm, since it is called a lamp, it naturally cannot be separated from the matter of lamp oil."
Old Cheng stroked his beard. "With enough oil, the flame burns bright; when the oil runs dry, the flame goes out."
"Commander Bai's current state is precisely that—the lamp oil exhausted, the wick reduced to ash. To reignite his heartfire before it is extinguished, the principle is quite simple. Nothing more than..."
Old Cheng raised a finger and lightly tapped the spot over his heart.
"Add oil."
Jiang Yuechu's brows lifted slightly.
"Add oil?"
"Exactly." Old Cheng gave a bitter smile. "But this oil is no ordinary mortal oil. To mend a shattered foundation and reverse a fate already set in stone, ordinary things would be no more than a drop in the ocean, even if he swallowed cartloads of them."
Jiang Yuechu fell silent for a moment before asking, "If such a thing can be said, then such a thing must exist in this world."
Old Cheng nodded, then shook his head.
"The world is vast, and there is no end to its wonders. Heaven gives birth to all things to nourish man—how could it lack such treasures that seize the creation of heaven and earth?"
"Only..."
The old man sighed, his tone filled with helplessness.
"Most are merely a few scant lines in incomplete ancient texts. Whether they are real or false remains uncertain."
At this point, Old Cheng paused. His gaze suddenly deepened as he looked toward the distant west.
"However, there is one thing that truly exists."
"What is it?"
"Cold Jade Udumbara."
Old Cheng slowly uttered those four words. "Legend has it that this object is formed from the essence of ten-thousand-year mystic ice, gathering the spiritual energy of the earth veins and taking