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

"Don't look at him! Those memories are..." Xi Yu's voice was intermittent, full of anxiety and warning, as if he was trying his best to prevent an impending disaster.

However, Cai Wenshuang closed his eyes calmly.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly in the blood rain, like a butterfly about to break out of its cocoon, with a hint of determination and tragedy.

"Girl, your biological mother is..." An old voice came from the blood rain, carrying endless sadness and pity.

That was the remaining soul of Lao Cai. He was hunched over, with tears glistening in his cloudy eyes.

But before he could finish his words, the blood dragon in the real form of Ximu let out a deafening roar, and its thick dragon tail wrapped around Lao Cai's neck like lightning, lifting his thin body high up.

"Shut up! She must forget..." Xi Mu's voice was sharp and piercing, full of madness and fear, like a madman who was about to lose his treasure.

At this moment, Cai Wenshuang suddenly opened his eyes, with a heart-pounding light flashing in his eyes.

She raised her trembling hands without hesitation and pinched her eyebrows hard!
"Mother is a playful person..." Her voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of hell.

As his eyebrows shattered, scenes flooded into Cai Wenshuang's mind like a tide.

It was a bloody world, filled with killing and despair.

A woman in blood-stained clothes was chained to the altar.
The black mist of Xiyu's remaining soul suddenly ran wild and scattered like exploding fireworks.

"She was originally created by Xi Wujiang for the God-killing Bureau..." His voice was filled with anger and pain, like the roar of a trapped beast.

Cai Wenshuang's pupils suddenly shrank, and at this moment, Chisongzi's broken soul suddenly appeared behind her, and the rusty sword in his hand pierced her throat without hesitation!

"What is needed to kill a god is not a container, but..."

"Key..." A deep voice echoed between heaven and earth, with a hint of teasing and mockery...

“No! The blood of the gods shouldn’t…” The real body of the Drama Mother let out a sharp scream, the sound was like torn silk, harsh and desperate.

Her huge dragon body twisted wildly, and blood-red scales flew in the air, each scale carrying a strong smell of blood and crazy murderous intent.

She stared at Cai Wenshuang intently.
Before he finished his words, a ball of black mist suddenly rushed out from Xi Yu's shattered soul, like a living tentacle, and instantly wrapped around Cai Wenshuang's wrist.

The black mist was icy cold, like countless tiny ice needles piercing her skin, bringing waves of unbearable pain.

But Cai Wenshuang bit his lips tightly and said nothing.

"Mirror resonance can..." Xi Yu's intermittent voice came from the black fog, with a hint of weakness and determination.

His voice seemed to come from the distant horizon, erratic, yet with unquestionable firmness.

At the same time, Cai Wenshuang only felt a warm force coming from his wrist, interweaving with the cold black mist to form a strange balance.

She slowly raised her other hand and clasped her fingers with the black mist formed by Xi Yu's remaining soul.

As soon as their fingers touched, a powerful suction force came from Cai Wenshuang's body, as if it was going to suck her into a bottomless abyss.

She felt her consciousness begin to blur and the scene before her eyes became distorted, as if she was in a bizarre dream.

"Girl, your father is..." At this moment, Lao Cai's old and weak voice sounded again, with endless sadness and nostalgia.

His residual soul turned into a ball of blood mist and rushed into Cai Wenshuang's body without hesitation like a moth to a flame.

The moment the blood mist entered his body, Cai Wenshuang felt as if he was surrounded by a warm torrent, and every cell in his body was cheering.

She felt her strength recovering rapidly, even stronger than before.

At the same time, a strange stream of memory fragments flooded into her mind like a tide. Those memories were fragmented, yet extremely real.

"boom!"

At this moment, a deafening roar exploded between heaven and earth.

The sound was like thunder from the sky, deafening and heart-shattering.

A ball of golden and black flames suddenly exploded in the abyss, like a volcanic eruption, instantly engulfing everything around it.

The golden flame is hot and sacred, as if it can purify all the filth in the world; the black flame is cold and strange, as if it can devour all the light.

The two completely different flames intertwined to form a strange sight that was both beautiful and terrifying.

At the moment when the golden and black flames exploded, a blurry figure slowly emerged from the blood rain. It was the remaining soul of Xi Wujiang.

His face was pale and his eyes were empty, like a puppet without a soul.

"Sister, let me be..." Xi Wujiang's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of desire and determination.

He slowly walked towards the real body of the Drama Mother, and every step he took was extremely difficult, as if he was carrying a heavy burden on his shoulders.

"Reincarnation must..." The real body of the Drama Mother let out a long, shrill howl, her voice full of pain and unwillingness.

Her huge dragon body trembled violently, as if she was in great pain.

Cai Wenshuang stared at Xi Wujiang intently, and suddenly she discovered that the mirror mark on Xi Wujiang's back was disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The mark was originally clearly visible and as deep as a brand, but now it is becoming fainter and fainter, as if it will disappear at any time.

"No...Absolutely not..."

"boom--"

There was a loud bang, as if the world was created.

The bloody rain in the sky was split apart by a sudden force!

"What the Drama Mother's true body needs is..."

The low and majestic voice seemed to come from the sky, carrying an unquestionable sense of oppression.

Reverend Bei Ming!
His extremely handsome face was filled with complex emotions at this moment, with a hint of imperceptible pity mixed in with his coldness.

He stepped into the air step by step, and each step seemed to step on everyone's heart, making it breathless.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred!

The remaining soul of Xi Yu, who was already weak, suddenly turned into a thick black mist, instantly enveloping Cai Wenshuang!

"Don't trust any gods!"

Xi Yu's voice was hoarse and resolute, with a paranoia that was almost crazy.

The black fog surged as if it had life, madly corroding Cai Wenshuang's body.

"No...Xi Yu...you..." Cai Wenshuang felt suffocated, as if swallowed by endless darkness, and his consciousness began to blur.

However, at this critical moment, another residual soul appeared!

Deputy Commander of the Secret Guards!
His weather-beaten face was now filled with contradictions and struggles.

In his hand he tightly held a warm jade bead, which emitted a faint glow that was out of tune with the blood rain around it.

"Three hundred years ago, you stole..."

His hoarse voice trembled slightly, as if he was recalling some painful past events.

He suddenly pressed the jade pendant against Cai Wenshuang's heart!
When the jade beads touched Cai Wenshuang's skin, they instantly burst into dazzling light!

"what--"

The real body of Ximu, the huge blood dragon, suddenly let out a shrill scream!

It suddenly opened its bloody mouth and swallowed the jade pendant in one gulp!

"The container required to kill the gods..."

The mother's voice was intermittent, full of pain and unwillingness.

Its body twisted violently, as if it was suffering great torture.

This sudden scene caught everyone off guard!
Cai Wenshuang only felt a powerful force surging from his heart and spreading throughout his body in an instant!
Her eyes turned blood red, filled with bloodthirstiness and madness.

"Let the God-killing Bureau...end!"

She howled to the sky, her voice full of determination and madness!
The next moment, she actually did something that stunned everyone - she suddenly stretched out her hand and crushed the heart of Lord Bei Ming!

"Pfft-"

Blood gushed out, staining Cai Wenshuang's clothes red.

The handsome face of Lord Bei Ming was filled with disbelief.

He could never have imagined that he would die at the hands of a mortal!
"You..." Reverend Bei Ming opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

His body began to disintegrate rapidly, turning into specks of starlight and dissipating between heaven and earth.

At the same time, Xi Wujiang's residual soul turned into a golden blood mist and suddenly rushed into Cai Wenshuang's body!
"elder sister……"

Xi Wujiang's voice echoed in Cai Wenshuang's mind, with a hint of relief and relief. Cai Wenshuang's body burst into dazzling golden light!

Half of her hair turned blond, and the other half remained its original black.

The two colors of hair intertwined together to form a huge vortex that seemed to swallow everything!
"Mirror resonance... can..."

The voice of Xi Yu's remaining soul came intermittently from the black fog.

His black hair and Cai Wenshuang's golden hair were tightly intertwined, as if they had merged into one.

"The real God Slayer..."

The remaining soul of the deputy commander of the Dark Guards suddenly thrust the sword in his hand into the earth veins!

"Rumble--"

The earth began to tremble violently, and huge cracks spread out from the ground, as if they were going to swallow up the entire world!

"Reincarnation... shouldn't..."

The real body of the Drama Mother let out a sharp roar, her voice full of despair and unwillingness.

Her body began to shrivel rapidly, as if all the vitality had been drained away.

In this chaotic moment of life and death.

"Wenshuang, be careful——"

Whose voice is it?
It’s Chisongzi’s voice!
This voice, with a hint of determination amidst its anxiety, seemed to penetrate the endless blood rain and strike directly into Cai Wenshuang's heart.

At this critical moment, a figure flashed like a ghost, wrapped in a sharp gust of wind, and rushed straight towards Cai Wenshuang!

It’s Chisongzi!

His originally sage-like face was now covered with hideous bloodshot lines, and his eyes were bloodshot, like a wild beast that had been forced into a desperate situation.

In his hand, he tightly grasped a crystal stone that was shining with strange light - the core of the divine pattern!
"The twin bloodlines must... fuse!"

Chisongzi roared, his voice as hoarse as a broken gong, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.

He suddenly pushed the core of the divine pattern towards Cai Wenshuang!
The crystal stone seemed to have life. It drew a strange arc in the air and went straight to the center of Cai Wenshuang's eyebrows!

"Don't trust any...gods!"

Almost at the same time, the voice of Xi Yu's remaining soul exploded like thunder!
The black fog, which was already weak, suddenly expanded wildly, like a huge black devil's claw, violently tearing Chisongzi into pieces!
Flesh and blood flying everywhere!
The remaining soul of Chisongzi didn't even have time to utter a scream before it completely dissipated in the blood rain.

The divine pattern core lost control, paused slightly in the air, and then...

"Sister, open your eyes... and look at the world!"

The voice of drama without boundaries!

This voice, gentle yet firm, echoed in Cai Wenshuang's mind with an irresistible power.

The core of the divine pattern, which had originally lost control, suddenly seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force, accelerated suddenly, and slammed into Cai Wenshuang's forehead!

With a loud bang, it seemed as if the whole world exploded!
Cai Wenshuang's body was instantly engulfed by endless golden light and black mist!

The golden light is sacred and solemn, as if representing hope and light.

The black mist is evil and strange, as if it represents destruction and darkness.

Two completely different forces collided, intertwined, and merged crazily in Cai Wenshuang's body...

Her hair was half golden and half black, and the two colors intertwined together to form a huge vortex, as if it was going to swallow up everything around it!

One of her eyes was shining with golden light, the other was shrouded in black mist, full of contradictions and struggles.

Cai Wenshuang howled toward the sky, his voice filled with pain and determination.

She felt as if her body was about to be torn into two, one half belonging to light and the other half to darkness.

This feeling is even more painful than death!
The originally shriveled body of the Drama Mother suddenly swelled up as if being pulled by some mysterious force!

Its huge blood dragon body twisted wildly in the air, making deafening roars!

"No! The container shouldn't be... me!"

The voice of the real body of the drama mother was intermittent, full of despair and unwillingness.

Her voice suddenly stopped!

because……

Her huge blood dragon body began to dissolve rapidly!

Just like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun, or like fire meeting ice, her body turned into a pool of blood at a speed visible to the naked eye!
The blood is as red as blood and is shocking!
Slowly sinking in the blood rain...

It turned out to be a human skeleton!
This skeleton is crystal clear, as if carved from jade, emitting a faint light.

This skeleton is exactly the same as Cai Wenshuang's body!
"This is……"

Cai Wenshuang's consciousness began to blur.

She felt as if she was in an endless dark abyss, surrounded by cold blood, making it hard for her to breathe.

At this moment, a golden beam of light shot up into the sky from the bottom of the abyss!

This beam of light is so dazzling that it seems to illuminate the entire dark abyss!
In this golden beam of light, two figures slowly emerged.

That is……

The remaining souls of Xi Wujiang and Xi Yu!
They actually merged together!
Their bodies are half golden and half black, and the two colors are intertwined to form a perfect Tai Chi pattern.

There was a smile of relief and satisfaction on their faces.

They seemed to have merged into one, unable to be separated anymore.

The golden and black flames exploded in the abyss, and the fused figure and the human-shaped skeleton floated in the blood rain.
"You were supposed to be my sister's replacement..."

The voice was ethereal and vague, as if it came from the sky above, yet also like a whisper in the ear.

Cai Wenshuang only felt a "buzzing" sound in her mind, and something exploded. Countless fragments of memory poured in like a tide, impacting her consciousness.

The bloody rain was still falling, dripping with a sickening sweet smell.

The human-shaped skeleton floating in the blood rain emitted a strange light and completely overlapped with Cai Wenshuang's body outline, as if it was her "bones" lost in another world.

What’s even more bizarre is that two faces slowly emerged from the blood rain.

One of them was a face of a woman who was elegant and graceful, yet with a hint of madness. It was Xi Yu’s mother!

The other one looked exactly like Xi Yu's mother, except that there was a hint of resentment and unwillingness between her brows, and those eyes seemed to be hiding endless secrets...

The two faces overlapped and merged in the blood rain, and finally froze into a face that seemed angry and resentful, happy and sad.

"Three hundred years ago, what she stole was not just the divine core..." The remaining soul of Xi Wujiang roared madly in the golden beam of light, his voice hoarse, like a wounded beast.

He waved his hand violently, and a stream of black air rushed out like a poisonous snake, fiercely tearing at Cai Wenshuang's dazzling golden hair.

The blonde hair actually began to fade under the erosion of the black energy, revealing the original hair color underneath... It was a black color that was almost as black as ink!

"Ah——!" Cai Wenshuang screamed in pain, holding his head with both hands, his body shaking violently.

She felt as if her soul was about to be torn in two, one half belonging to Cai Wenshuang, and the other half... belonging to another person she didn't even know!
At this critical moment, a figure tore through the void and suddenly descended!
"The soul of Xi Mu should be at the core of the God-killing Formation!"

The person who came was Taoist Qingfeng!
He had white hair and a youthful face, and he was wearing a green Taoist robe that rustled in the wind. In his hand he held an ancient bronze mirror, on the surface of the mirror there was light flowing and faint runes flickering.

His eyes were as bright as lightning as he stared at the two overlapping faces in the blood rain. In his eyes, there was pain and regret that was difficult to conceal.

"Stop! Xi Wujiang, you've gone crazy!" Taoist Qingfeng shouted angrily, his voice like a loud bell, shaking the entire abyss.

He waved his hand violently, and the bronze mirror in his hand emitted a dazzling light, shining on the two overlapping faces.

In the light, the scene changed, as if time had gone back three hundred years...

It was a dark and windy night with lightning, thunder and strong winds.

A woman in a white robe, holding a long sword that was shining with cold light, stood in front of a huge altar.

In the center of the altar, there is a huge black vortex. From the vortex, there are faint sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling, which is creepy.

There was a resolute look on the woman's face. She swung her sword violently. A dazzling light shot out from the tip of the sword and pierced straight into the black vortex!

"what--!"

A shrill scream came from the vortex, and a black figure was hit by the light and turned into ashes in an instant. (End of this chapter)