When Death Was at My Door, I Finally Struck It Rich

"Little Yi, how do I use this thing?" Wang Shouzhe asked. "And based on your experience, how much of my master's true spirit can be restored with this single strand?"

The item was indeed precious, but Master Changchun had shown the Wang Clan immense kindness. That debt could not be measured in Immortal Spirit Stones.

Now that there was a way to save him, Wang Shouzhe naturally would not hesitate.

"Just put it into his divine soul. It will automatically repair the true spirit at the core of the divine soul." Little Yi pondered for a moment before saying, "I once saw Sacred Venerable Azure Emperor use it on a True Immortal Realm cultivator whose true spirit was about to run dry. A strand of Chaos Origin like this could probably restore three to four hundred years of true-spirit lifespan. As for Purple Mansion Realm cultivators, I don't know. Chaos Origin is far too precious. No one used such a treasure on Purple Mansion Realm cultivators before."

Several hundred years?

After giving it some thought, Wang Shouzhe said, "In that case, let's put in one strand first and give it a try."

As he spoke, he looked at Master Changchun. "Master, no Purple Mansion Realm cultivator has ever used this Chaos Origin before. There may be risks. But you were already on the verge of ascending to immortality anyway, so we might as well treat a dead horse like a living one."

"With my current condition, continuing to live is already a heaven-sent opportunity. What risk could I possibly fear?" Master Changchun was quite open-minded about it. He smiled. "Shouzhe, just go ahead and do whatever you must."

With that, he sat down cross-legged, gathered his essence and guarded the One, preparing himself.

Seeing this, Wang Shouzhe directly used his