Chapter 1251 - Ancient Desolate Divine Physique
The Old Blindie could no longer keep his composure. His granddaughter was his only remaining kin, and if anything happened to her, he would have no reason left to continue living.
Though Elder Long had never spoken of Old Blindie's past, Liu Wuxie could sense that he carried a heavy history. Still, Liu Wuxie had no habit of prying into another's privacy.
"Ancestral reversions are extremely rare, and they cannot be treated with spiritual pills alone. I imagine you know this better than I do," Liu Wuxie said. He could feel the old man's heartbeat quicken, but he refrained from revealing his solution too soon. Instead, he deliberately stoked Old Blindie's anticipation, employing the careful tactic of feint and restraint.
Old Blindie nodded slightly. He had long been willing to sacrifice his life for his granddaughter, yet her rare constitution left her little different from an ordinary mortal. Her frail body failed to withstand the impact of spiritual pills. At most, he soaked the pills in warm water and let her drink them, barely sustaining her life.
The laws in the Indigo Bamboo Astral Domain were harsh and made it difficult for mortals to survive. The only reason Old Blindie chose to remain in Mount Dragon City was that the dragon vein here eased the pressure on mortals.
"If you can cure Xiao Luo, my life is yours," Old Blindie declared, his voice low and resolute.
Since Elder Long had recommended Liu Wuxie, he could not be ordinary; Old Blindie had already sensed as much. The aura radiating from Liu Wuxie alone would cause most cultivators to bow to their knees.
Yet, Liu Wuxie's calm remained unshaken even under the oppressive presence of a Void Realm pinnacle expert.
Xiao Luo, his granddaughter, was the one person tethering him to the world. For years, the two had been relying on each other, living a simple but hard life.
"I'm at ease now with your promise," Liu Wuxie said. "Treating an ancestral reversion doesn't rely on spiritual pills alone; it requires adapting to the physique itself."
He had been waiting for Old Blindie's oath. At such a cultivation level, the heavens recorded words; cultivators could not take oaths lightly. Once cultivators spoke them, they never broke them.
"And how do we do that?" Old Blindie asked, unable to hide the excitement on his face. He had waited far too long for this chance.