In this way, Xingyuan enjoyed the moments with Tong Fei in the crystal coffin.

Cremation was Tong Fei's wish during his lifetime. Xingyuan had no choice but to follow Tong Fei's wishes. However, before this, Xingyuan wanted to keep warm with Tong Fei and enjoy the real time between them.

It was not until night that Xingyuan heard the voices of the old man Nanyin and Chen Yuting and crawled out of the crystal coffin.

Looking out the door, Xingyuan found a wooden platform that had been made for Tong Fei to cremate.

Xingyuan smiled bitterly, then looked at Tong Fei, but he felt even more reluctant to let go.

The old man Nanyin walked to Xingyuan and advised: "It's almost time. Today is the fifth day of Tong Fei's death, so don't delay it."

At this most reluctant moment, Xing Yuan felt particularly lonely and reluctant to leave. He looked at the old man Nanyin and said, "Give me some time."

The old man Nanyin glanced at Xingyuan, then sighed and walked out of the bamboo house.

Looking back at Tong Fei, Xingyuan looked at him again for a long time. It was not until the old man Nanyin urged him again that Xingyuan picked up Tong Fei, walked out of the door step by step, and walked towards the piled wooden platform.

Every step Xingyuan took was very heavy. Xingyuan's eyes were staring ahead without squinting, and with a strong silence, he walked to the wooden platform. Xingyuan took a last look at Tong Fei, and then gently placed Tong Fei on the wooden platform.

At this time, Chen Yuting came over, held a torch in her hand, handed it to Xingyuan, and then said, "I think the torch should still be handed in your hands."

After all, Xingyuan and Tong Fei are husband and wife, and Tong Fei's cremation should be the one who is settled by Xingyuan.

After taking the torch, Xingyuan's eyes were dull. He looked at Tong Fei who was still moving on the wooden platform. The torch in his hand could not get off for a long time. Xingyuan was afraid to ignite the wooden platform.

"Xingyuan, it's time." Although it was very sad to urge at this time, the old man Nanyin still had to urge Xingyuan.

Xingyuan turned his head slightly to look at the old man Nanyin, then looked at Tong Fei on the wooden platform. The torch was lit down uncontrollably, and the corners of his mouth also moved slightly: "Goodbye, Tong Fei."

As Xingyuan was ignited, the firewood on the wooden platform burned quickly, and the raging fire began to burn quickly. Looking at Tong Fei through the flames, Xingyuan's heart was bleeding, and tears were clear at the corners of his eyes.

However, what is strange is that Tong Fei's body was not burned by the flames. She just stayed quietly in the fire and had no changes.

Xingyuan looked at Old Man Nanyin and showed a puzzled look. Old Man Nanyin was also frowning, thinking for a while, and then said, "Maybe, things...a turnaround!"

"Turn around! What is that?" Xingyuan jumped to the side of the old man Nanyin, and his whole body was arrogant, like a sharp sword, staring at the old man Nanyin, unable to wait.

Old Man Nanyin took two steps back, and Xingyuan's arrogant aura made him a little irresistible. Old Man Nanyin is not the old man Nanyin at his peak, and his body is already weak to the point of an ordinary person.

"Tong Fei is the body of a snow lotus, and the body is a Tianshan snow lotus that is rare in a thousand years. After death, there is a chance to turn into its most primitive appearance." Old man Nanyin was knowledgeable and then said seriously to Xingyuan.

"The most primitive appearance? Tong Fei's original body is Tianshan snow lotus, so... is it a snow lotus seed?" Xing Yuan suddenly felt energetic at this moment, looking at the old man Nanyin and said.

The old man Nanyin nodded, saying that this is indeed the case.

"Since life is death, death is life, life and death are often complementary, there is death in life and life in death. Although Tong Fei is dead on the surface, she is burned by fire and her body is not melted, which means there is a possibility... resurrection!" Old man Nanyin said a bunch of difficult words.

But what Xingyuan heard the most clearly was that Tong Fei had the chance to be resurrected.

"Why, how to resurrect?" Xing Yuan never thought that he would be so urgent now. He asked Old Man Nan Yin tightly, giving Old Man Nan Yin almost no chance to breathe.

"Master, Xingyuan, look at it."

Just as the old man Nanyin was about to answer Xingyuan, Chen Yuting's voice suddenly sounded, and the two were attracted by the sound. Looking in the direction of Chen Yuting, they found that Tong Fei's body on the wooden platform had begun to fade, and the flames around them suddenly began to disappear.

After annihilated the flames, Tong Fei's body suddenly began to flash, like a star, and then began to turn into countless dust and floated into the sky.

Seeing this, the three of them immediately surrounded him. Xingyuan crossed the wooden platform that was still hot, jumped to Tong Fei, and found that most of Tong Fei's body had disappeared. As time went by, Tong Fei's body had completely disappeared.

There is nothing on the wooden platform, the only thing left is a pure white seed, so pure that it makes people unable to see any trace of variegated color.

Xingyuan did not recklessly reach out and pick up the seeds, but looked at the old man Nanyin for advice. Seeing this, the old man Nanyin came to the wooden platform, looked at the seeds, and nodded and said, "God helps me, God helps me! I didn't expect that Tong Fei really turned into a seed after death. It was really a life after death."

The old man Nanyin reached out and picked up the seeds, then looked at Xingyuan and said, "This is the hope that Tong Fei left for you, please bear it."

After taking the seeds from the old man Nanyin's hand, Xingyuan's expression was a little hesitant and thoughtful.

"This may be God's will, but it may also be Tong Fei's own wish. She knew that you would definitely give up on yourself after death, so she turned into a seed, giving you hope and letting you move forward." Old man Nanyin was also thinking, as if he had guessed Tong Fei's way.

"How can we revive Tong Fei?"

Xingyuan didn't care about anything else, he only cared about how Tong Fei could survive.

The old man Nanyin hesitated and thought for a while, he said solemnly: "I have read it in ancient books that the body of the snow lotus has a certain chance of turning into a primitive seed after the death of the snow lotus body. As long as there is enough opportunity and the cultivation of those who are interested, people with the body of the snow lotus can be resurrected."

"But Xingyuan, remember, it's just possible!"

"How to do it?" Xingyuan no matter how small this might be, he tried his best to do it.

"First of all, if you want to be resurrected, you must have a guardian, and the cultivation of this guardian must at least reach the strongest in the world, that is, the God of the Main Realm! Moreover, this is just one of the conditions." Old Man Nanyin said astonishingly. This alone is already more difficult than climbing to heaven.

Xingyuan became a little confused after hearing this condition. The strongest in a world! The main world god?

To put it bluntly, Xingyuan has never even heard of this level of cultivation. The highest level that Xingyuan knows at present is Zhou Chang'an in the illusion, that is, the Demon Lord.

Now Xingyuan is only one step away from the Demon Lord, and the next realm is only a little bit from the old man Nanyin. He knows that the realm after the Demon Lord is called the Demon Ancestor.

"The Lord God..."
Chapter completed!