Seeing Zhang Zichen agreeing to his request, Yuan Xuanqi let out a long sigh.

At this moment, a sound of sand suddenly came from the ice bed behind everyone.

Zhang Zichen and others looked back and saw a young man with long hair in his twenties and thirties sat up from the ice bed.

He is Yuan Yingxing who just woke up.

Yuan Yingxing has been preserved by the thousand-year-old Bingpo and his father's true energy for many years, and his body mechanism has not changed for more than 20 years, so he looks quite young.

Looking at Yuan Yingxing sitting up, Zhang Zichen always felt that he and Yuan Xuanqi were very imagining. This feeling made Zhang Zichen think that he had met Yuan Xuanqi when he was young.

Yuan Yingxing sat up in front of everyone, he beat his head and screamed softly.

After a moment of ease, Yuan Yingxing raised his eyelids and glanced at the surroundings.

Finally, Yuan Yingxing looked at an elderly man who was still supported by Zhang Zichen.

But Yuan Yingxing recognized it at a glance, and this was his father.

"father!"

Yuan Yingxing immediately walked down from the ice bed and knelt in front of Yuan Xuanqi with a plop: "Dad, it's my child who's sorry!"

As he said that, Yuan Yingxing started sobbing.

It was not until later that Zhang Zichen realized that although Yuan Yingxing's three souls and seven spirits were separated, he did not have his own consciousness.

But when these three souls and seven spirits gather together again, Yuan Yingxing became conscious.

And these consciousnesses were transmitted to him by these three souls and seven spirits.

Because before, Yuan Xuanqi had been using his true energy to maintain Yuan Yingxing's body from being damaged, and Yuan Xuanqi had been trying to save his son for decades.

These things have actually been recorded by Yuan Yingxing's three souls and seven spirits.

Although he had no consciousness before, when the three souls and seven spirits gathered, Yuan Yingxing already knew everything.

It was his father Yuan Xuanqi who had been guarding him every night and trying to save him.

So the first thing Yuan Yingxing did when he woke up was to kneel down to his father.

After Yuan Yingxing bowed three times and nine times, he raised his head and said, "Dad, why? Why didn't you give up for so many years? I have harmed you. All your lifelong cultivation has been ruined by me."

"Hahahaha!" However, when Yuan Xuanqi saw his son being able to stand up and kneel down to speak, he opened his mouth and laughed.

"Okay, okay!" Yuan Xuanqi was happy from the bottom of his heart, "Yingxing, get up first and let him touch him for his father."

"Yeah dad!" Yuan Yingxing quickly stood up and walked to Yuan Xuanqi.

Yuan Xuanqi's face was full of wrinkles and looked like he was in his eighties or nineties, but it was not difficult to see from his eyes that his tears revealed his love for his son.

Looking at his beloved son, Yuan Xuanqi finally trembled and stretched out his hands, stroked Yuan Yingxing's hands, and then his body and face.

This is like a man touching a woman, the joy and excitement are fully expressed.

However, when Yuan Xuanqi held his son's face in both hands, his next moment stopped.

Yuan Xuanqi stopped moving.

Zhang Zichen was stunned, as if he had expected something to happen, so he quickly shouted: "Senior."

No answer.

Zhang Zichen shouted again: "Senior Yuan!"

Still no answer.

Zhang Zichen understood, everyone understood, the master Yuan Xuanqi of a generation has passed away!

"father!"

"Master!"

Suddenly, the crying continued to rise and fall.

Looking at the crying people, Zhang Zichen took a deep breath and he chuckled softly: "Senior Yuan is very skilled in Taoism, but in the second half of his life he completely handed over everything to his son Yuan Yingxing. This is an extremely great fatherly love."

Although Yuan Xuanqi used the forbidden technique to revive his son, this would lead to his soul being dissipated and he would never be reincarnated.

But no matter what, Yuan Xuanqi died with a smile.

So for this, Zhang Zichen still silently wishes Yuan Xuanqi.

The dead are gone, and to force something unrealistic, it can only be a pity to the expectations in front of Yuan Xuanqi.

Just as Zhang Zichen and others were sad about Yuan Xuanqi's death, a strong wind suddenly blew.

Yuan Xuanqi, who was already dozens of years old, had a faint white light all over his body. In this white light, Yuan Xuanqi's body actually changed.

It's like a person slowly turning into sand and dust, slowly becoming virtual.

"What's going on?" Zhang Zichen said in surprise, "Senior's body is slowly disappearing!"

What Zhang Zichen said was correct, because Yuan Xuanqi's body became virtual, except for slowly becoming virtual, a little bit of dust began to slowly spread from all parts of his body, evaporating into the air, and disappearing.

In fact, everyone has seen this phenomenon.

Liu Yueshuang took a deep breath and explained: "Master used the forbidden technique to revive the second senior brother. He himself had destroyed the laws of heaven. Therefore, Master will not stay in any space or place, including after his death, as well."

Zhang Zichen's face was pale when he heard this: "President Shuang, what do you mean is that Senior Yuan not only has three souls and seven spirits dissipated, but his body cannot exist anywhere in this universe?"

Although this is a cruel fact, Liu Yueshuang has to accept: "Well, you are right, Master... in the whole world, he will not even leave any thoughts to us."

Zhang Zichen was stunned when he heard this.

Therefore, fatherly love is precious, and a father can give up his life for his son.

Moreover, as a practitioner of Taoism, Yuan Xuanqi understood more clearly these three souls and seven spirits and reincarnation. In this regard, he was willing to sacrifice his chance to be a new person for his son. How great is it!

In this way, under the eyes of everyone, Yuan Xuanqi's body slowly turned into dust particles and disappeared into the air.

The whole process lasted for about five minutes until Yuan Xuanqi disappeared, and everyone was still immersed in this extreme sadness.

Among them, Yuan Yingxing and He Huimin cried the most.

Time flies, the stars change, and the sun rises early and sets late in the sky, three days later.

White silks were hung everywhere in Tiangang Gate.

Yuan Xuanqi's funeral was very simple, but it was just a very simple situation, which was what Yuan Xuanqi hoped during his lifetime.

However, this seven-day mourning period must be carried out.

Therefore, Liu Yueshuang ordered that during these seven days of Tiangang Sect, all disciples in the sect must bring white silk to pay silence for Yuan Xuanqi.
Chapter completed!