The frail counselor you said, you fight against three heroes alone?

The bloody rain was sweet and bloody, and as thick as unresolvable hatred. Drop by drop, it hit Cai Wenshuang's face like cold insects crawling.

The world was distorted before her eyes, like a crumpled rag, and her ears were filled with the sound of the wind like the howling of ghosts and wolves.

She felt a sharp pain in her chest, as if something had exploded inside her, burning her internal organs.

Suddenly, a cold light cut through the bloody sky, and a figure slowly descended from the blood rain.

The figure was dressed in white clothes as white as snow, like a banished immortal. He was none other than Qingwu, the ancient doctor from the divine clan.

She carefully lifted up a broken body. It was Chisongzi. His once gentle face was now hideous and distorted, as if it had been torn apart and reshaped by some terrible force.

Qingwu's fingers gently brushed Chisongzi's cold cheek, and a complex light flashed in his eyes, with compassion, anger, and a hint of indescribable...pain?
"Back then, you concealed the truth about the God-killing Bureau..." Qingwu's voice was low and hoarse, as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper. Every word carried a heavy pressure that made Cai Wenshuang almost breathless.

She wanted to speak, but found that she couldn't make any sound. She could only watch everything happening in front of her.

Before he finished his words, a blood-red light streaked across the sky like lightning and pierced Qingwu's heart fiercely.

The light was bone-chillingly cold, instantly freezing the air around Qingwu.

Qingwu's body trembled violently, and she looked down at the bloody hole on her chest in disbelief. Bright red blood gushed out, staining her white clothes red.

"Doctor, you already knew that the container is..." A cold voice echoed in the air, carrying strong sarcasm and malice.

The sound seemed to come from the depths of hell, making people shudder.

Cai Wenshuang looked in the direction of the sound and saw a blood-red figure floating in the air. The figure was blurry and his face could not be seen, but he could feel the suffocating sense of oppression.

That was the blood soul of Lord Bei Ming, and he had not completely dissipated yet!

At this moment, a ball of blood mist condensed in front of Cai Wenshuang and gradually transformed into a human form.

It was a woman who looked somewhat similar to Cai Wenshuang, but more charming and seductive.

Her eyes were cold and filled with deep hatred as she stared at Cai Wenshuang.

"Sister, you stole not only mother's..." The woman's voice was sharp and piercing, like a sharp blade cutting through Cai Wenshuang's eardrum.

She is Nangong Yue, Ximu's illegitimate daughter and Xiyu's half-sister.

She always resented Cai Wenshuang, believing that she had taken away everything that belonged to her.

Before Nangong Yue could finish her words, Cai Wenshuang suddenly swung a punch and hit her hard in the face.

Nangong Yue's body shattered instantly, turned into a ball of blood mist, and dissipated in the air.

"You are the real Drama Queen?" Cai Wenshuang's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of disbelief.

She always thought that she was Cai Wenshuang, an ordinary mountain villager's daughter, but she didn't expect that she had another identity, an identity she had never thought of and could not accept.

The sudden change made Cai Wenshuang feel dizzy. She staggered back a few steps and almost fell.

At this moment, a cold light flashed, and a sharp sword pointed straight at her back.

"You should have been three hundred years ago..." A cold voice sounded behind Cai Wenshuang.

She turned around suddenly and saw a man in black standing behind her, holding a sharp sword that was shining with cold light in his hand.

That was the residual soul of the deputy commander of the secret guards. His eyes were cold and without a trace of emotion.

Just as the tip of the sword was about to pierce Cai Wenshuang's back, the sword suddenly turned and pointed in another direction.

"Brother, you back then..." The deputy commander of the dark guards' voice trembled a little. The sword in his hand was pointing at a man in white. That man was the remaining soul of Xi Wujiang.

His eyes were empty, as if he was indifferent to everything around him.

The deputy commander of the secret guards stopped talking abruptly, and the sword in his hand stopped in mid-air, motionless...

Qingwu moved as fast as lightning, and he suddenly poured the jade bowl filled with dark green medicinal juice towards Cai Wenshuang.

The medicinal juice drew a strange arc in the air, emitting a pungent, fishy and sweet smell, like the blood of some wild beast.

Cai Wenshuang instinctively wanted to dodge, but found himself restrained by an invisible force and unable to move.

The cold medicine poured down her head, slid down her cheeks and neck, and soaked her clothes. It was sticky and cold, making her shiver uncontrollably.

"Drink it! Your existence itself is..." Qingwu's voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of hell, and every word was chilling.

There was a complex light flickering in her emerald green eyes, including compassion, determination, and a hint of madness.

Before Qingwu could finish his words, something strange happened.

The originally dripping blood rain suddenly stopped, and countless blood drops condensed in the air, gathering into a huge face, floating above Cai Wenshuang's head.

The face was pale and beautiful, with a hint of sadness in the corners of the eyes and eyebrows, exactly the appearance of Xi Mu.

"Good child, finally..." The mother's voice was gentle and loving, as if she was calling her lost child.

Her empty eyes stared at Cai Wenshuang, as if she could see through her.

At the same time, the core of the divine pattern suddenly burst out with dazzling light, and pictures were reflected in the light. Those were the childhoods of Cai Wenshuang and Xi Yu.

They ran together in the fields, played together by the river, and made wishes together under the starry sky...Those memories that Cai Wenshuang had long forgotten now clearly emerged in her mind, flashing by like a movie.

"So I..." Cai Wenshuang murmured to herself. She always thought that she was Cai Wenshuang, an ordinary mountain girl, but the scene before her told her that she was not.

Who is she?
Where is she from?
What secrets does her past hide?
The sudden change made Cai Wenshuang's brain confused. She felt as if she was in a huge whirlpool, being pulled by an invisible force and unable to break free.

At this moment, a cold hand suddenly grabbed her throat, pulling her back to reality from her memories.

Cai Wenshuang raised her head suddenly, and saw that the remnant spirit of Bei Ming Zun appeared behind her at some point, his scarlet eyes staring at her intently.
“You are nothing but…” The hoarse voice of Lord Bei Ming was like a roar from the depths of hell, and every word carried a bone-chilling chill.

His grip was getting tighter and tighter, Cai Wenshuang felt it was becoming more and more difficult to breathe, and the world in front of him began to become blurry.

She struggled to break free from Lord Bei Ming's control, but found herself powerless to resist.

Reverend Bei Ming’s words came to an abrupt end, his hand suddenly loosened Cai Wenshuang’s throat, and his whole body froze in place.

His scarlet eyes were fixed on the back of Cai Wenshuang.
"My name is... Xichen..." A low and majestic voice came from deep underground, carrying an ancient and mysterious aura, as if it came from ancient times.

"My name is... Xichen..."

The voice was low and majestic, as if it carried with it the desolation of the eternal wilderness, roaring out from deep beneath the earth, shaking the entire space.

Cai Wenshuang only felt her eardrums buzzing and her blood surging in her body, as if an invisible giant hand was tightly grasping her heart, wanting to tear her into pieces!

"You... who are you?!" The voice of the remnant soul of Reverend Bei Ming was trembling. He stared at the back of Cai Wenshuang, as if there was something there that made him extremely terrified.

Before he finished speaking, a ray of golden light tore through the darkness and slowly rose from the depths of the earth.

In the golden light, a blurry figure can be vaguely seen; the face cannot be seen clearly, but he exudes a suffocating pressure.

The figure spoke slowly, and every word sounded like thunder: "You... were supposed to be from the God Killing Bureau..."

This voice, like a judgment, carries with it unquestionable majesty.

The body of the remnant soul of Reverend Bei Ming began to tremble violently. He seemed to want to say something, but was suppressed by the powerful pressure and could not make a sound.

"...container..." Xichen's remaining soul uttered two words intermittently, and each word seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred!
"Father! You killed my sister..."

A shrill roar pierced the sky!
A blood-red shadow, like a ghost, swooped out from the void and slammed hard into the figure in the golden light!
"boom--"

Golden light exploded and fragments flew everywhere!
That blood-red shadow was actually Xi Wujiang's remaining soul!

His eyes were bloodshot, his face was ferocious, and a strong bloody aura lingered around him, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell!

"Wujiang...you..." The voice of Xichen's remaining soul suddenly stopped.

His golden remnant soul was torn into pieces by Xi Wujiang!

“No!!” Reverend Bei Ming roared in despair. He never thought that things would develop to this point!

Cai Wenshuang was also stunned by this sudden change. She opened her mouth wide but could not make any sound.

This...what is going on? !
In this chaos, an ancient bronze mirror suddenly appeared in mid-air.

The mirror glowed, and a familiar figure slowly emerged.

It’s Taoist Qingfeng!
He was still dressed in a green robe, with an immortal look, but his face was as pale as paper, and his figure was much more illusory, as if it would disappear at any time. "Three hundred years ago... you stole it..." Taoist Qingfeng spoke weakly, his eyes fixed on the remaining soul of Xi Wujiang.
However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a sharp roar.

"You are the real ..."

A blood-red mist, like a poisonous snake, emerged from the void and instantly devoured the remaining soul of Taoist Qingfeng!
A vague figure could be vaguely seen in the blood mist, it was Nangong Yue!

A thick bloody aura lingered around her, and her eyes were bloodshot, like a demon crawling out of hell!
Taoist Qingfeng's voice suddenly stopped.

His remaining soul quickly dissipated in the blood mist and turned into tiny dots of starlight...

"Do not--"

Cai Wenshuang couldn't bear it any longer and let out a heart-wrenching scream!

What on earth is going on? Why is this happening?!
She felt like her head was about to explode. Countless questions and confusions came flooding in like a tide, completely drowning her.

At this moment, a cold hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.

She turned around suddenly and saw Qingwu appeared beside her at some point. His face was pale, but his eyes were unusually firm.

"Only the blood of the gods can..." Qingwu's voice was low and hoarse, but with unquestionable determination.

He suddenly pressed a still beating heart emitting dazzling golden light against Cai Wenshuang's chest!
"No! Are you crazy?!"

A terrified roar came from the void.

That is the residual soul of the deputy commander of the secret guards!

His eyes were wide open, his face full of disbelief, as if he had seen something extremely horrifying.

Cai Wenshuang only felt a sharp pain in her chest, as if something was about to break out of her body!

She wanted to struggle, but found that she couldn't move at all. She could only watch the golden heart merge into her body...

"Wen Shuang..."

A familiar voice sounded softly in her ears, carrying with it endless tenderness and attachment.

This voice seemed to have penetrated endless years and crossed the boundary between life and death. It echoed softly in Cai Wenshuang's ears with endless tenderness and attachment.

Cai Wenshuang's consciousness suddenly became clear after a moment of trance!
She lowered her head and looked at the golden heart, which was melting into her chest at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming one with her flesh and blood.

An indescribable warmth instantly spread throughout her body, as if to melt her completely.

This warmth was mixed with a slight stinging pain, as if countless tiny needles were moving around in her body, piercing into her bone marrow and drilling into her soul.

But she couldn't even move a finger.

"No! Are you crazy?! You will die!" The residual soul of the deputy commander of the dark guards let out a terrified roar.

His voice was sharp and distorted, like a wild animal on the verge of collapse.

He never expected that Qingwu would do such a crazy thing!
This is the heart of the gods!
How could a mortal bear the power of the gods? !

Qingwu ignored him and just stared at Cai Wenshuang, his eyes full of determination and... love?
"Only the blood of the gods can... end all this..." He muttered to himself, his voice low and hoarse, as if he had used up all his strength.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
The remaining soul of Lord Bei Ming suddenly let out a shrill roar, and he fiercely pointed the sword in his hand at his throat!
This sudden change stunned everyone.

Reverend Bei Ming, he...he is going to commit suicide? !
He is the dignified Lord Bei Ming!

Once a powerful and invincible existence!

Why would he suddenly choose to commit suicide?!
However, more shocking things are yet to come.

"Good! Finally..."

A sharp roar cut through the sky!
A blood-red mist, like a poisonous snake, emerged from the void and instantly enveloped the remaining soul of Venerable Bei Ming!
In the blood mist, a vague figure could be seen slowly emerging.

That figure was actually a woman!
She was wearing a blood-red robe, her long hair was like a waterfall, dancing in the wind, and a thick bloody aura lingered around her, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell!

What’s even more shocking is her appearance!

That face was 70% similar to Xiyu's memory of his mother who had passed away long ago!
No, not similar!

That's the drama mother!
Xi Yu's pupils suddenly contracted!

He stared at the figure in the blood mist, the shock in his heart was beyond words!

Could it be that my mother...she is not dead? !
But how did she become like this? !

Just as Xi Yu was shocked, Cai Wenshuang suddenly moved!

She suddenly raised her hand and took out the golden heart that had become one with her from her chest!

"what--"

A shrill scream came from Cai Wenshuang's mouth!

After leaving her body, the golden heart was still beating violently, emitting dazzling golden light.

In the golden light, tiny cracks can be vaguely seen, spreading rapidly.

"Let me be..." Cai Wenshuang's voice was hoarse and trembling, and every word seemed to be expressed with all his strength.

She suddenly threw the golden heart towards the core of the divine pattern!

"Do not!!"

The deputy commanders of the Dark Guard, Canhun, Qingwu, and Xiyu, let out a terrified roar almost at the same time!

However, it was too late.

The golden heart drew a graceful arc in the air and fell accurately into the core of the divine pattern.

"Hahahahahaha..."

A wild laugh shook the heaven and earth!

The remaining soul of Xi's ancestor, that golden figure, appeared again!

He roared towards the sky, his voice full of pride and madness.

He stopped talking before he could finish. He lowered his head and looked at the core of the divine pattern.
"This is……"

The moment Cai Wenshuang threw out the heart, it seemed as if time froze for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, a flame suddenly burst out from the core of the divine pattern and shot up into the sky!
The flame was strangely divided into two colors - one half was the sacred and solemn gold, and the other half was the evil and all-devouring black!
Gold and black, like two mad dragons, entangled and roaring, rushing straight into the sky and tearing the entire night sky apart!

"You stole it three hundred years ago..." The remaining soul of the Xi family's ancestor laughed wildly, but his voice trembled slightly, as if he had sensed something wrong.

His golden shadow looked particularly ferocious under the illumination of the golden and black flames.

But he only said half of his words.

"boom--"

There was a loud bang, as if the world had just opened!

At the core of the divine pattern, the golden and black flames suddenly exploded!
An indescribable destructive force spread wildly in all directions with overwhelming force!

"No! The container shouldn't be..." The remaining soul of Xi's ancestor let out an extremely shrill scream!

His originally solid golden shadow shattered into pieces under the impact of this force!

Like a sand sculpture blown away by a strong wind, it instantly turned into golden spots of light all over the sky and dissipated into the air!
This sudden change shocked everyone.

At this critical moment, a figure appeared beside Cai Wenshuang like a ghost.

It’s Lao Cai!

His face was pale, but there was a gleam of determination in his eyes.

With trembling hands, he took out half of an ancient jade bead from his arms and pressed it hard against Cai Wenshuang's empty chest!

"Girl, you should have been a playmaker..." Lao Cai's voice was hoarse and sad, and every word seemed to be crying blood!

As soon as the half jade pendant touched Cai Wenshuang's body, it quickly melted into her body like ice and snow. (End of this chapter)