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

The starlight drew a beautiful track in the sky, as if guiding something.

A look of determination flashed across Xi Yu's face. He struggled to break free from the bronze tentacles and turned to look at Cai Wenshuang: "We must..."

"I understand!" Cai Wenshuang nodded firmly. She also struggled to break free from the restraints, and the two held hands tightly.

At this moment, their eyes met, as if they had reached an invisible tacit understanding.

Cai Wenshuang took a deep breath and bit her finger. A drop of bright red blood dripped from her fingertips and landed on the goat pendant.

Xi Yu also bit his finger, and the blood bead merged with Cai Wenshuang's blood bead on the pendant, forming a mysterious pattern.

"The two locks resonate, the mountains and rivers hang upside down..."

The voices of the two merged into one at this moment, as if resonating with the Heavenly Secret Locking Array.

The blood beads on the pendant gradually gathered into a yin-yang fish pattern, and the light gradually increased, as if to devour everything.

At this moment, the whole city fell into deathly silence, and the light of the Heavenly Secret Locking Array suddenly became extremely dazzling.

Everyone's heartbeat seemed to pause for a moment, and an invisible pressure filled the air.

"Use the twin blood to activate the pendant!" Chu Yao's voice sounded again.

Xi Yu and Cai Wenshuang looked at each other. They knew that this moment would be a turning point in their destiny.

Blood, warm and sticky, flowed out from the palms of Xi Yu and Cai Wenshuang.

Instead of dripping, they were like two restless little snakes, scrambling towards the goat pendant.

The pendant was like a traveler that had been hungry and thirsty for a thousand years, greedily devouring the blood of the two men.

The blood drops met on the rough surface of the pendant and did not scatter as expected, but instead stuck together like a magnet.

They slowly squirmed, blended, and rotated, eventually forming a perfect yin-yang fish pattern.

This pattern, half bright red like fire, half dark red like night, is clearly separated yet intertwined with each other, as if containing the most primitive mystery between heaven and earth.

At the moment when the Yin-Yang fish pattern took shape, an indescribable tremor emanated from the pendant and quickly spread to the entire space.

The tremor was not a physical shaking, but more like some kind of invisible ripple that swept through everyone's soul.

First there was a slight buzzing sound, like countless bees flapping their wings beside my ears.

Then, the buzzing sound suddenly rose in pitch and turned into a sharp whistle, as if countless sharp blades were rubbing in the air, piercing the eardrums and causing pain.

The light began to distort.

The blue light that originally enveloped the city seemed to be kneaded, stretched, and deformed by an invisible giant hand.

The outlines of the buildings became blurred, the direction of the streets became strange, and even people's figures began to appear double, as if they would be torn into countless pieces at any time.

The air became sticky, like solidified glue.

Every breath I took felt like it was tearing my lungs apart.

"Crack...knock..."

That was Sima Zhao's puppet general.

This huge monster, made up of countless bronze parts, was originally indestructible and powerful.

At this moment, it looks like an antique that has been eroded by time for thousands of years, with countless fine cracks appearing on the surface.

The cracks expanded and spread rapidly, and finally, accompanied by a teeth-grinding shattering sound, the entire puppet general collapsed and turned into a pile of lifeless bronze fragments, scattered on the ground.

And where the puppet general originally stood, a towering altar appeared.

The altar, built of huge stones, has a simple shape and is full of primitive wildness.

The surface of the altar is engraved with strange symbols and patterns, which look like ancient writing or a mysterious spell.

In the center of the altar is a huge pit, and something seems to be slowly surging in the pit.

"Is this... the altar of the mountain people?" someone exclaimed.

Before the voice had died down, another strange change occurred.

The earth began to shake violently.

Huge cracks spread from the bottom of the altar and quickly covered the entire ground like a spider web.

A purple light gushed out from the crack. The light was weird, strange and full of ominous aura.

A figure slowly rose from the crack.

It's the woman in purple.

But this time, she was no longer the weak remnant soul she was before.

Her body became solid, plump, and full of the breath of life.

Her eyes were flashing purple light, like two burning will-o'-the-wisp flames.

She was holding a person in her hand.

It’s Mr. Cai.

At this moment, Mr. Cai had his eyes closed, his face was pale, and he had fainted.

The purple-clothed woman laughed loudly, her laughter was sharp and piercing, like the cry of a night owl: "You think I am a remnant soul? Foolish! I am the real ..."

Before he finished speaking, a sudden change occurred!
Xi Yu and Cai Wenshuang almost simultaneously felt an irresistible force pulling them towards the goat pendant.

The yin-yang fish pattern on the pendant seemed to have turned into a black hole, swallowing up everything around it.

The two of them only felt a flash before their eyes, and their bodies seemed to be torn into countless pieces, and then forcibly pieced together.

They were sucked into the pendant!
To be more precise, he was sucked into a space-time rift!
The crack was right in the center of the Yin-Yang fish pattern, a dark, bottomless vortex.

The laughter of the woman in purple suddenly stopped.

She looked at everything in front of her in horror, and seemed to want to stop it, but it was too late.

"Dang Cang..."

A crisp sound echoed in the silent space.

It was a half-broken bronze chime that rolled off the altar and fell to the ground, emitting a weak whine. It lay there alone, as if telling an ancient and mysterious story.

“No… This is impossible…” The voice of the woman in purple, with a hint of trembling and despair, echoed in the empty altar.

The purple-clothed woman's sharp cry came to an abrupt halt, like a crow with its neck strangled.

She watched the two people being sucked into the pendant, and the distorted expression on her face was uglier than crying.

"No...impossible..." she murmured to herself, her voice trembling like a leaf in the wind.

The half-broken bronze chime on the altar rolled down with a clang, sounding particularly harsh in the silence, as if mocking her powerlessness.

In the crack of time and space, Xi Yu and Cai Wenshuang seemed to fall into a bottomless abyss.

The howling wind tore at their clothes, and the freezing cold air filled their lungs, suffocating them.

There was chaos all around, with only countless golden runes flickering like fireflies, like some kind of ancient spell, mysterious and strange.

Xi Yu's consciousness began to blur, and the pain in his chest became more and more severe. He knew that he could not hold on for much longer.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, only to see Cai Wenshuang looking at him in horror, his eyes full of helplessness and despair.

"Xi Yu..." Cai Wenshuang's voice was trembling with a hint of crying.

She stretched out her hand, wanting to touch Xi Yu, but she didn't dare, for fear of worsening his injuries.

"Don't be afraid..." Xi Yu uttered two words weakly, with a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.

He felt his vitality was rapidly fading away, and the world before his eyes was growing darker and darker.

Suddenly, Cai Wenshuang retracted her hand as if she had been electrocuted. She widened her eyes in disbelief, "Your wound...it...it is healing!"

The wound that was bloody just now was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The bright red blood gradually coagulated and formed a thin scab.

Xi Yu also felt something strange. He looked down at his chest and a warm current flowed out from the wound and flowed throughout his body.

Almost at the same time, Cai Wenshuang felt dizzy, and the goat pendant on her chest vibrated violently, as if it was about to break out of her body.

She subconsciously grabbed the pendant, and a powerful force surged into her body, making her feel stronger than ever before.

"What's going on?" Cai Wenshuang muttered to himself.

At this moment, a strange scene suddenly appeared in the crack of time and space.

It was a holographic image, so lifelike that it seemed as if it was right in front of you.

In the video, a young and strong mountain villager is being held hostage by a man in official uniform.

The faces of the mountain people were full of anger and unwillingness, while the man in official uniform had an indifferent expression, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"Dad!" Cai Wenshuang exclaimed. She recognized the mountain man in the image. It was her father when he was young!
And that man in official uniform... turned out to be Xi Yu from twenty years ago!
"This...how is this possible?" Cai Wenshuang shook her head in disbelief. She couldn't understand what was happening before her eyes.

Xi Yu also saw this image. He found out that there was some kind of mysterious symbiotic relationship between the blood of the mountain people and the prime minister.

Twenty years ago, he held Cai Wenshuang's father hostage, inadvertently triggering this symbiotic relationship and dooming their entanglement in this life.

"So that's how it is..." Xi Yu smiled bitterly. He finally understood that all this was arranged by fate. At this moment, a bronze arm suddenly stretched out from the other end of the space-time rift and grabbed Cai Wenshuang like a ghost.

That arm was covered with ancient runes, emitting a suffocating pressure.

"Be careful!" Xi Yu yelled, using his last bit of strength to push Cai Wenshuang away.

"Go find my Dark Guard Battalion!"

Cai Wenshuang only felt a huge force throwing her out, and Xi Yu's weak voice came to her ears.

Her eyes went dark and she lost consciousness...

“No…” The bronze arm stopped in mid-air. The purple-clothed woman’s voice came from deep in the crack, with a hint of reluctance and anger, “You can’t escape!”

The strong wind carried the gravel, like countless sharp knives, ruthlessly cutting Cai Wenshuang's skin.

She felt like a fallen leaf caught in a strong wind, drifting away involuntarily.

In my ears was Xi Yu's heart-wrenching cry, which became farther and farther away and more and more vague, and finally dissipated into the endless void.

“No——!” Cai Wenshuang screamed at the top of his lungs and stretched out his hands desperately, trying to grab something, but his fingertips only touched cold air.

Just when she was about to be thrown out of the space-time rift, a huge tearing force came from her right arm, as if to tear her in half.

She groaned in pain and looked down, only to see a bronze arm tightly grasping her right hand, its nails digging deeply into her flesh.

That's the arm of the woman in purple!

Cai Wenshuang endured the severe pain, and tightly grasped Xi Yu's hand with his left hand, wanting to take him away with him.

However, the power of the woman in purple was too strong, and she couldn't shake it at all.

"Let go!" Xi Yu's voice was weak but firm.

"No! I don't want to let go!" Cai Wen burst into tears. She bit her lips hard, her nails dug deeply into her palms, bleeding profusely.

"Be obedient!" Xi Yu's voice carried a hint of unquestionable majesty. He used up his last bit of strength and swung his hand violently, trying to push Cai Wenshuang away.

However, the woman in purple refused to let go of this opportunity. She increased the strength in her hands with a grim smile.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound of bone breaking, Cai Wenshuang's right arm was torn apart. Blood gushed out and condensed into a string of crystal clear blood beads in the air.

These blood beads circled and danced in the air as if they had life, and gradually condensed into the two words "Xi Cai", which were bright red and shocking to the eye.

This is a blood contract!
Cai Wenshuang screamed and his body flew out like a kite with a broken string.

She just felt dizzy and then fell heavily to the ground and lost consciousness.

"Pfft!"

A muffled sound broke the silence of the military camp.

Cai Wenshuang's body slammed heavily onto a table in the tent, smashing the pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the table into pieces.

"who?!"

Several secret guards who were discussing matters in the tent were startled by this sudden change. They drew their swords at their waists and looked around vigilantly.

When they saw Cai Wenshuang lying on the table, they were stunned.

"This...this is not..."

A sharp-eyed secret guard recognized Cai Wenshuang. He remembered this woman. She was someone close to the Prime Minister.

Without time to think, several secret guards hurried forward to help Cai Wenshuang up.

"Girl, girl, how are you?"

Cai Wenshuang slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view were several anxious and unfamiliar faces.

She looked around blankly and found herself in a simple tent. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and herbs.

"Where... is this?" Cai Wenshuang asked weakly.

"This is the secret guard camp." A secret guard replied.

Dark Guard Camp?
An idea flashed through Cai Wenshuang's mind, and she remembered Xi Yu's words before leaving: "Go find my Dark Guard Camp!"

Could this be Xi Yu’s secret guard camp?

Cai Wenshuang struggled to get up, but found a piercing pain in his right arm.

She looked down and saw that her right arm was a bloody mess, with only a layer of flesh barely connecting it. It was a horrifying sight.

"Your arm..." a secret guard exclaimed.

Cai Wenshuang then remembered that his right arm was torn apart by the woman in purple.

She endured the severe pain and said through gritted teeth: "I'm fine... Quick... Take me to see your leader..."

Several secret guards looked at each other, and one of them said, "Commander him...he is not in the camp."

"Not here?" Cai Wenshuang's heart sank suddenly

At this moment, Cai Wenshuang's eyes fell on a pile of ashes in the corner of the tent.

In the pile of ashes, some unburned pieces of paper could be vaguely seen, with something seemingly written on them.

Cai Wenshuang's heart moved, she struggled to walk to the pile of ashes, squatted down, and examined it carefully.

She discovered that the word "blood" was written on the unburned pieces of paper.

Is this... a blood letter?
An ominous premonition arose in Cai Wenshuang's heart. She vaguely felt that this letter written in blood must be related to Xi Yu.

"What is this?" Cai Wenshuang asked, pointing at the pile of ashes.

The faces of several secret guards became a little unnatural, and one of them stammered, "This... this is..."

"This is a blood letter from the Prime Minister." Another secret guard interrupted him and said in a heavy tone.

"What?!" Cai Wenshuang was struck by lightning. She grabbed the guard's collar and asked sternly, "What's written in the blood letter?!"

The secret guard was frightened by Cai Wenshuang's action. He said in a trembling voice: "The blood letter... the blood letter said..."

At this moment, a deafening horn sounded suddenly from a distance, interrupting the secret guard's words.

"Woo-wu-wu-"

The sound of the horn was low and long, as if coming from the depths of hell, bringing with it a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Oh no! It's the Armored Guards!" a secret guard exclaimed.

"What?!" Cai Wenshuang's face turned pale in an instant.

The Armored Guards, they are Xi Wujiang’s personal guards. How come they appear here?

"Quick! Go and have a look!"

Several secret guards ignored Cai Wenshuang and ran out of the tent in a hurry.

Cai Wenshuang's heart was filled with fear and anxiety
"Xi Yu..." She murmured to herself,

Outside the tent, a man who looked like the commander of the secret guards was staring at Cai Wenshuang coldly, with a strange smile on his lips.

"Blood is connected...life and death depend on each other..."

The biting cold wind blew up the snowflakes, lashing Cai Wenshuang's face fiercely, cutting her skin like a knife.

She was shaking, not from the cold but from fear.

Fear was like an invisible hand, tightly strangling her throat, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

How come the Armored Guards, Xi Wujiang's personal soldiers, appear here?

Their cold gazes and the sharp blades made her feel despair.

Outside the tent, the leader of the secret guards, a man dressed in black and with a stern face, was staring at her with an almost fanatical look.

The fragment of the jade pendant in his hand emitted a strange red light, as if it was breathing and beating.

Cai Wenshuang instinctively felt a dangerous aura and a shudder from the depths of his soul.

"We are connected by blood... dependent on each other for life and death..." The voice of the dark guard leader was low and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of hell, with a creepy chill.

He suddenly grabbed Cai Wenshuang's hand, and the sharp dagger cut a tiny wound on her white fingertips.

The bright red blood, like crystal clear rubies, dripped onto the broken pieces of the jade pendant.

"No!" Cai Wenshuang tried to break free in horror, but found himself bound by an invisible force and unable to move.

She watched her blood being absorbed by the jade pendant as a powerful force surged out of the jade pendant and soared into the sky.

The earth began to tremble and the tent was about to collapse.

A deafening dragon roar was heard from beneath the altar, as if a sleeping dragon had been awakened and was about to break out of the ground.

Cai Wenshuang's heart sank to the bottom, she didn't understand what happened

At the same time, the armored guards who had been surrounding Chu Yao fiercely suddenly changed direction and launched a fierce attack on the purple-clothed woman. (End of this chapter)