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

He looked down and saw that Cai Wenshuang's face was as pale as paper, his lips were bloodless, and his breath was weak, as if he would disappear at any time.

"Dad..." Cai Wenshuang stretched out his hands weakly, trying to grab his father, but he only grabbed emptiness.

Father Cai staggered back with a hollow look in his eyes, as if he had lost his soul.

He looked at Xi Yu, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, nothing came out.

He slowly raised the knife in his hand, pointing the tip of the knife at his chest...

"No——" Xi Yu roared, trying to stop Cai's father, but found that he could not move.

At this critical moment, the underground palace suddenly shook violently, and rocks above the head fell down one after another, making a deafening sound.

"Hurry! Get out of here!" Father Cai used up his last bit of strength to push Xi Yu and Cai Wenshuang towards the exit of the underground palace.

"Dad!" Cai Wenshuang cried, grabbing Xi Yu's hand tightly and refusing to let go.

Xi Yu hugged Cai Wenshuang tightly, his eyes firm and resolute.

He knew that they had to leave here and survive, for Father Cai and for themselves.

"Boom boom——" The ground of the underground palace suddenly cracked...

The ground of the underground palace suddenly cracked open, and a hideous crack appeared like the bloody mouth of a giant beast, swallowing everything around it.

Rubble fell, dust flew, and amid a deafening roar, a figure slowly rose from the crack.

The imperial physician of the imperial city, dressed in a black robe, had a face as gloomy as water, holding in his hands a woman in purple who was as calm as Sleeping Beauty.

He raised his head, his sinister eyes swept across the chaotic scene, and finally fell on Xi Yu, his voice low and hoarse: "My lord, the royal bloodline has been cut off, it's time..."

Before he could finish his words, something strange happened.

Xi Yu suddenly pressed the weak Cai Wenshuang in his arms onto the core of the Tianji Wheel. The ancient wheel emitted a faint cold light, as if a sleeping giant was about to wake up.

"Bite my fingertips!" Xi Yu's voice was rapid and hoarse, carrying an unquestionable command.

Cai Wenshuang was stunned for a moment, then did as he was told without hesitation.

The sharp teeth pierced the skin and warm blood dripped onto the cold roulette wheel.

The golden blood, as if it had life, spread along the ancient lines.

The Tianji Wheel emitted a low humming sound, and a powerful force gushed out from the center of the wheel, sweeping across the entire underground palace.

Dust was flying and gravel was dancing, as if the end of the world was coming.

At this moment, a golden figure slowly crawled out from the center of the wheel.

He had a hunched body and a haggard face, but his eyes flashed with a cold light.

Xi Wujiang, the former master of Tianji Pavilion and Xi Yu's biological father, was now like a ghost returning from hell, with endless hatred and anger.

At the same time, Father Cai's body suddenly burst into dazzling golden light.

The golden light surged like a tide, enveloping him, and finally condensed into a translucent human figure.

The figure looked exactly like Cai's father, but was more majestic and sacred, like a god from heaven.

"What you stole back then was not blood, but the real key to the Wheel of Secrets!" Father Cai's voice was like a huge bell, resounding throughout the underground palace.

His eyes fell on Xi Wujiang, filled with endless ridicule and contempt.

The remaining soul of Xi Wujiang let out a sharp howl, like a wounded beast.

"Waste! How dare you secretly hide the twin bloodlines?" He stretched out his withered fingers and pointed at Cai's father, his eyes full of murderous intent.

Xi Yu coughed up a mouthful of black blood, but a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and laughed wildly towards the sky: "You died twenty years ago. I am the real Xi Wujiang!" His laughter was full of madness and pride, as if he had control over everything.

The Tianji Wheel suddenly shone brightly, and a beam of light was projected into the air, forming a huge picture.

The picture was the marriage certificate between Cai's father and Xi's mother, with beautiful handwriting and sharp strokes.

The signature was clearly Xi Yu's handwriting when he was a child, immature but firm.

"This..." The imperial physician looked at the marriage certificate, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he muttered to himself in disbelief.

The purple-dressed woman in his hand had her eyelids trembling slightly, as if she would wake up at any moment...

Inside the underground palace, the air was as thick as solidified blood, filled with the smell of dust and decay.

The Wheel of Heavenly Secrets hummed and vibrated, and the faint light it emitted illuminated everyone's distorted faces.

The purple-clothed woman's eyelids trembled, like a trapped animal struggling in a cage.

The hatred in her eyes was so strong that it could not be dissolved. It was hatred for Xi Yu and also for fate.

She seized the opportunity, and stretched out her slender fingers like a poisonous snake, thrusting her life-saving Gu fiercely into Xi Yu's back.

Xi Yu groaned and his body trembled violently.

He lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the scarlet on his chest, which was like a blooming mandala, enchanting and deadly.

However, the next moment, something unexpected happened.

The imperial physician, the man who had always been hiding in the shadows, suddenly rose up.

He grabbed the purple-clothed woman with his backhand, as if he was holding a tattered rag doll, and pushed her hard into the bottomless abyss.

"The master has long been devoured by the mother of drama!" His voice was sharp and piercing, filled with hysterical madness.

The woman in purple let out a shrill scream, drew a desperate arc in the air, and disappeared into the darkness.

A creepy echo resounded in the underground palace, like the wails of hell.

At the same time, the golden blood on Cai Wen's fingertips, as if summoned by something, condensed into a huge golden sword in the air.

The sword is shining brightly, exuding a sacred and majestic aura.

The hilt of the sword had the same pattern as Xi Yu’s jade pendant, which was complex and mysterious, like an ancient spell.

The remaining soul of Xi Wujiang let out a shrill roar and turned into a thick black fog, sweeping towards the sky above the imperial city.

The black fog covered the sky and the sun, shrouding the entire imperial city in a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.

The howling of the wind sounded like the cry of a ghost, which was terrifying.

Suddenly, an ethereal and cold voice came from deep underground, like a whisper from hell: "The Wheel of Heaven is going to devour the entire imperial bloodline..." That was Xi Mu's voice, with endless greed and madness.

Father Cai's face changed drastically. He grabbed Cai Wenshuang and pushed her towards Xi Yu.

"Quick! Use the Twin Blood Contract to restart..." His voice was rapid and hoarse, carrying an unquestionable command.

However, before he could finish his words, something strange happened again.

The entire imperial city began to shake violently.

The ground cracked and houses collapsed, as if doomsday had come.

What was even more shocking was that the entire imperial city began to slowly reverse, the sky turned into the earth, and the earth turned into the sky.

In the chaos, Xiyu's jade pendant emitted a dazzling light. The light became brighter and brighter, and finally it blended with the light of the Tianji Wheel and became one.

The patterns on the jade pendant completely overlap with those on the Tianji Wheel, like a perfect fit, exuding an ancient and mysterious power.

"No..." A terrified voice echoed in the underground palace. It was the voice of the imperial physician, full of despair and fear.

He stretched out his hand, trying to grab something, but he couldn't grab anything.

His body began to tremble and his eyes became unfocused, like an empty shell without a soul.

"Twin Blood Contract... activate..." Father Cai's voice was weak and trembling, like his last whisper.

His body began to become transparent and eventually disappeared into the air, leaving only the last trace of golden light which merged into the Tianji Wheel.

"Xi Yu..." Cai Wenshuang stretched out his hand, wanting to grab Xi Yu, but only grabbed air.

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"Rumble--"

This sound seemed to not enter through the ears, but explode directly in the cracks between everyone's bones!

Xi Yu felt as if his internal organs were turned upside down by the violent vibration. His throat felt sweet and he almost vomited blood.

He clenched his teeth tightly and swallowed the fishy and sweet taste.

But even so, he still felt as if a thousand-pound rock was pressing on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.

Not only him, but everyone present was shocked by this sudden change.

The Imperial City, this majestic city that has stood for thousands of years, now began to spin wildly like a toy being played with by a naughty child!

The ground was no longer solid land, but had turned into an endless abyss, like a huge mouth that was ready to devour anyone and swallow everything.

The sky is no longer a high and vast dome, but has become a solid barrier that makes people feel breathless.

The familiar palaces, buildings, streets... everything became distorted and deformed, like a bizarre nightmare.

In this chaotic situation, the jade pendant on Xiyu's waist suddenly burst into a dazzling light. That light, like the rising sun, dispelled the surrounding darkness and illuminated everyone's face.

The light became stronger and brighter, and in the end, it even blended with the light of the Tianji Wheel and became one!
The patterns on the jade pendant and the patterns on the Tianji Wheel were like two lovers who had been separated for many years and finally met each other. They fitted together tightly and seamlessly without any deviation.

An ancient, mysterious and vast power burst out from this perfect fit, sweeping across the entire underground palace, even penetrating the thick soil layer and rushing straight into the sky!

At the moment when the lights intersected, blood-colored lines began to appear on the originally ordinary floor tiles of the imperial city.

These lines are winding and interweaving into mysterious patterns.

Looking closely, it turned out to be the totem of the royal family!

Every stroke and every line seems to contain endless majesty and power, which makes people feel awe.

"Om-"

A low humming sound came from deep underground.

Then, a figure slowly rose from the ground and hovered in the air.

He was a man wearing a black robe with golden dragon patterns embroidered on it, which made him look particularly solemn and dignified.

His face was stern and his eyes were sharp, as if he could see through all illusions.

He is the Imperial City Priest!

The guardian of the royal bloodline, the incarnation of a thousand-year-old artifact!
As soon as he appeared, the air in the entire underground palace seemed to freeze.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him, and no one dared to breathe.

The Imperial City Priest spoke slowly, his voice low and majestic, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart:
"Blood of the Xi family, how dare you use the twin blood contract to tamper with the laws of heaven and earth!"

His voice was filled with unquestionable majesty and anger, like the judgment of a god.

At this moment, something strange happened again!
"Whoosh-"

A blood-red shadow suddenly emerged from Xi Yu's sleeves at an astonishing speed. In just a blink of an eye, it turned into a blood-red butterfly.

This butterfly is so beautiful, so weird, and there are spots of blood on its wings, as if they were dyed with blood.

This blood butterfly is Nangong Yue!
She had been hiding in Xiyu's sleeve!

Nangong Yue's voice was sharp and shrill, filled with endless resentment and madness:
"Twenty years ago, what you stole was not the container, but the inheritance of the royal bloodline!"

Her voice was like a sharp knife, piercing into the hearts of everyone present.

Before he finished speaking, Cai Wenshuang's golden blood spurted out as if it had life, turning into a golden chain that instantly nailed Nangong Yue to the wall!

"Pfft-"

Nangong Yue's body was tightly bound by golden chains and she could not move.

She screamed in pain, but was unable to break free from the golden bonds.

However, something even more shocking happened.

When Nangong Yue was nailed to the wall with her back exposed, people were shocked to find that on her back, there was the same Tianji pattern engraved as Xi Mu's!
The pattern was complex and strange, exuding an ominous aura, as if it was a bottomless whirlpool that was about to suck people's souls in.

"Cough cough..."

At this moment, Xi Yu suddenly coughed violently and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

This blood is no longer ordinary red, but has a hint of golden light.

That golden light is the symbol of royal bloodline!

He raised his head and looked at the Imperial City Priest with a complicated look in his eyes and a weak voice:
"Back then, you deliberately let Father Cai carve it into the Heavenly Secret Wheel in order to..."

Before he could finish his words, the robe of the Imperial City Priest suddenly rustled without wind.

A powerful aura burst out from his body and swept across the entire underground palace.

"Ximu has already transferred the core of the imperial bloodline to the depths of the underground palace!" The voice of the imperial city priest was like a muffled thunder, making people's eardrums buzz.

His eyes were fixed on the depths of the underground palace, as if he wanted to penetrate the endless darkness and see the secrets hidden therein.

At this critical moment, a deep voice rang in everyone's ears: "My good daughter..." The air crackled, filled with ozone and some ancient, wrong stench.

Old Cai's face was twisted in agony, and with an expression that was almost...ecstasy, it suddenly began to glow.

Note that this was not a soft, gentle light, but a dazzling, intense golden light that radiated outwards and pushed everyone back a step.

Even the stones on the ground seemed to vibrate, humming with the sudden burst of power.

A ghostly figure began to coalesce around him, twisting, insubstantial, and unmistakably... "her."

Xi Mu's ghost, her cruel and beautiful face twisted into a smug sneer.

This is more than just light, it is a "roar" of power and a declaration of war against fate itself.

The golden light grew stronger and stronger, swirling around Lao Cai, merging with him and changing him.

He had grown taller, his features sharper, his eyes burning with a cold, unfamiliar fire.

The Imperial Master's face was as firm as granite, and he was equally unyielding. He responded immediately.

His rough and powerful hand suddenly stretched out, moving as fast as lightning.

A flash of bronze cut through the swirling golden light, a fierce and precise attack.

The ancient ceremonial sword, which contained the power of the royal bloodline of generations, pierced Lao Cai's heart, and the scream of metal rubbing against bone echoed in the room.

"The two bloodlines cannot coexist!" The national teacher's voice was as loud as thunder and decisive.

Old Cai staggered, the golden light flickered and gradually dimmed, and his deformed facial features returned to their original appearance.

He gasped for air, a choking, gurgling sound that eventually got stuck in his throat.

Ximu's ghostly image screamed, a high-pitched, piercing wail of anger and frustration, and then disappeared without a trace.

But before anyone could register what they had just witnessed, another person moved.

Xi Yu's face was pale, with a desperate and reckless light flashing in his eyes. He pulled the jade pendant off his neck.

He let out a primal cry and slammed the jade pendant into the wound on Lao Cai's chest.

"Use mine!" he roared, his voice hoarse with emotion.

The jade pendant glowed, and the flickering light echoed with the rapidly dimming golden light on Lao Cai's body.

The air crackled again, this time with a different energy, chaotic and unpredictable.

The Imperial Master widened his eyes, a trace of...fear flashed across his face?
He raised his hands, and the bronze sword disappeared in a shadow.

Instead, a terrible energy gathered, pulling and sucking the air.

Before anyone could react, he suddenly stretched out his hands, and the force hit Xi Yu and Cai Wenshuang hard.

They were lifted high and thrown like rag dolls toward a huge bronze tripod in the center of the room.

“Tianlun desires true royal blood—” The Imperial Master’s words were interrupted by a crazy laugh that echoed in the room.

A ghostly face emerged from the shadows, grinning and triumphant.

Xi has no boundaries.

"My dear grandson," the ghostly figure chuckled, his voice thick with malice, "the game is decided."

The lid of the bronze tripod slammed shut.

The room fell into silence.

Then there was a dull thumping sound.

The sound of metal colliding with metal.

There was silence again.

And from inside the cauldron... came a whisper.

"Cai Wenshuang..."

Inside the bronze tripod, it feels claustrophobic and suffocating.

The air was as heavy as if filled with lead, making it hard for Xi Yu to breathe.

The walls of the tripod were icy cold, exuding a heart-pounding chill that seemed to suck away all his body heat.

A sweet and fishy smell of copper rust filled his nostrils, making him almost nauseous.

Outside the tripod, Xi Wujiang's sinister laughter was still echoing, like a sharp thorn, piercing his eardrums again and again.

Cai Wenshuang fell beside him, his face as pale as paper and his breathing weak.

The pendant on her chest emitted a faint green light, like a strange eye, flickering in the darkness.

Xi Yu grabbed the pendant fiercely, and it felt cold to the touch. A strange energy surged into his body. (End of this chapter)