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

The voice was filled with endless madness and malice, like an evil ghost crawling out of the Netherworld, making people shudder.

Xi Yu looked up suddenly and saw a twisted black shadow slowly rising from the ground and gradually condensing into a vague human figure.

The outline of the human figure vaguely showed the appearance of a woman, but her face was blurry, as if shrouded in a layer of black fog. Only a pair of scarlet eyes could be seen, flashing a bloodthirsty light.

It’s the remaining soul of the opera mother!

She actually still has a trace of soul left, hiding in the veins of this imperial city!

Xi Yu's heart sank suddenly, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He never expected that his mother was hiding such a terrible secret!

Twin blood, royal blood...what on earth is going on? !
"My son... you did very well..." The residual soul of Xi's mother laughed creepily. The sound was like countless steel needles piercing into Xi Yu's soul. "Only in this way... can the true power be awakened..."

"Then exchange my life for it!" Xi Yu suddenly roared, he violently pulled off the jade pendant inserted in his heart, and stabbed his throat without hesitation!
Blood gushed out instantly!

He would rather die than become the so-called "container" in his mother's words, and even more so, he would not become a victim of this crazy plan!

Xi Yu's actions were beyond everyone's expectations.

The remaining soul of Xi's mother let out a shrill scream, and the black shadow twisted violently, as if it wanted to pounce on him to stop him, but it was blocked by an invisible force and could not get close to Xi Yu.

“No! You can’t die! If you die, who will complete…” Xi’s mother’s voice suddenly stopped, because Xi Yu’s blood had dyed the entire dragon vein core red.

"Rumble--"

Suddenly, there was a deafening roar coming from the underground of the imperial city, as if some huge monster was awakening.

The ground was shaking violently, and bottomless cracks spread across the imperial city like hideous wounds.

A terrifying aura gushed out from deep underground and instantly enveloped the entire imperial city.

That atmosphere was filled with destruction, death, and endless darkness, making people feel suffocated and desperate.

A pair of huge, scarlet eyes could be vaguely seen in the cracks, slowly opening.

In those eyes, there was a flame of destruction, as if it was going to devour the entire world.

The shadow of Zhulong appears and disappears!

"You... finally... completed... the God-killing Bureau..." A low, hoarse voice came from deep underground, carrying with it endless vicissitudes and fatigue.

That was Zi Yang's voice, but it seemed mixed with another older, more majestic voice. That was... the remaining soul of Xi Wujiang? !

The two voices strangely overlapped, as if two souls had merged into one, telling an ancient and cruel secret together.

"You... are... the real... container..." Cai Wenshuang suddenly spoke, his voice cold and resolute.

She swung her hand violently, and a few drops of golden blood cut through the air and landed precisely on Xi Yu's heart!

The golden blood, as if it had life, instantly merged into Xi Yu's body and mixed with his own blood.

"This is..." Xi Yu only felt a powerful force erupting in his body. The force was so violent and so hot that it seemed to tear his body apart.

"My blood... can... temporarily..." Cai Wenshuang's voice became weaker and weaker, and her body, bound by golden chains, began to become transparent, as if it would disappear at any time.

Xi Yu stared at Cai Wenshuang with a complicated look in his eyes. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to ask something.

"Quick... stop it..."

"boom--"

There was a deafening roar, as if the whole earth was shaking.

Xi Yu only felt his feet shaking violently and he almost lost his balance.

He subconsciously looked down and saw that the few drops of golden blood he had dripped into the core of the dragon vein seemed to be given life and spread madly around. Wherever they passed, the ground cracked inch by inch, and bottomless cracks spread rapidly like a spider web.

"No! Stop! Zhulong wants to devour... the entire Huangquan!"

A cold and urgent voice cut through the chaotic scene.

Shen Qingwu's figure rushed out from the darkness of the underground stairs like a ghost. Her face was as pale as paper, but she revealed a sense of determination.

Her clothes fluttered, as if the goddess of the nine heavens had descended to the mortal world, but her brows were filled with deep worry.

She stared at the expanding golden blood lines, and a hint of fear flashed in her beautiful eyes.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
Cai Wenshuang only felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if something was about to burst out of his body.

She looked down and saw that the life Gu that had been hidden on her chest suddenly emerged uncontrollably, emitting a strange red light.

"Om-"

A clear ringing sound suddenly rang out, echoing in this chaotic space.

That voice seemed to carry some kind of magic that made people's souls tremble.

Meng Po, the soul-guiding lady who had been standing quietly by as if out of the matter, finally moved at this moment.

Her black robe rustled in the wind, revealing her pale and eerie face.

She slowly raised her hand, and the soul-calling bell in her hand was emitting a faint green light, echoing the natal Gu on Cai Wenshuang's chest.

"Twenty years ago, your mother sealed it with her twin bloodlines... which was the key to the Yellow Springs Rift..." Meng Po's voice was hoarse and low, like a whisper from hell, and every word carried a suffocating chill.

Xi Yu felt a chill running from his feet to his head. He turned his head sharply and looked at Meng Po.

Abyssal Rift? Key? What on earth is going on?!
Before he could open his mouth to ask, he felt his body being pulled backwards involuntarily as if by an invisible force.

He looked down and was horrified to find that his shadow had been stretched and distorted by Meng Po's bell and was slowly sliding into the crack in the ground.

That crack seemed to connect to another world, a world full of death and darkness.

"Brother, you can finally... accompany me... to the underworld!"

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded in Xi Yu's ears.

Zi Yang's soul turned into a ball of blood mist, entwining around his throat. In the blood mist, Zi Yang's twisted and hideous face could be vaguely seen.

This sudden change made it difficult for Xi Yu to breathe.

He struggled desperately, but found that he had no control over his body at all.

"Let him go!"

At this critical moment, Cai Wenshuang roared, and her body suddenly burst out with a powerful force.

The golden blood actually condensed into a golden chain in her hand, and wrapped around Xi Yu like lightning.

"Whoosh-"

The golden chain was precisely wrapped around Xiyu's waist, pulling him back suddenly.

However, what Cai Wenshuang did not expect was that the other end of the chain was actually connected to Shen Qingwu's wrist!

Shen Qingwu obviously did not expect such a sudden change. Her body was pulled forward by this huge force and she almost fell down.

The fate of these three people was connected in such a strange way.

"You..." Shen Qingwu looked at Cai Wenshuang.
Cai Wenshuang did not answer, but just stared at the ever-expanding crack. Her face became paler and paler.

"This... is..." Meng Po spoke slowly, her words filled with endless confusion and a hint of imperceptible... fear?
The earth was shaking, as if the breathing of a giant beast, shaking everyone's internal organs again and again.

At the core of the dragon vein, Xi Yu's golden blood dripping was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, spreading wildly along the ancient lines. Wherever it passed, the stone walls collapsed and gravel fell like rain.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, mixed with a sickening odor of decay, it was the smell from the underworld.

Suddenly, a translucent shadow emerged from the rolling shadow of the Candle Dragon. It was a graceful and elegant woman wearing a phoenix crown and a bridal robe, but with a chilling and eerie aura.

She slowly opened her scarlet lips, and her voice was like the cold wind from the Netherworld: "Back then, I deliberately let Xi Wujiang die in front of you just to wait for this moment—"

Xi Yu was very familiar with this voice, it was his mother's voice!

But there was no trace of mother-son love in this voice, only deep hatred and horrifying calculation.

Xi Yu's heart sank suddenly, and an ominous premonition came to his mind.

What on earth was his mother planning?
At the same time, Shen Qingwu's face changed drastically. She bit her fingertips and smeared the blood on the scroll in her hand. Then, she threw the scroll to Cai Wenshuang without hesitation and shouted hurriedly: "Use the royal bloodline to crack it!"

The scrolls spin in the air, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

Cai Wenshuang subconsciously took the scroll. A warm feeling came from the scroll, as if something was trying to penetrate into her body.

Before she had time to think about it, the soul-calling bell in Meng Po's hand suddenly let out a piercing scream, and the sound of the bell turned into a river of blood, instantly flooding the entire underground palace.

The river of blood rolled, carrying with it a suffocating stench, as if it was going to devour everything.

Xi Yu felt a sharp pain in his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. In the blood, there were strange Huangquan runes flashing. He spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse: "She wants to use the twin blood to restart her reincarnation..."

Before he could finish his words, something strange happened!

The space between Cai Wenshuang's eyebrows suddenly cracked, and a translucent shadow flew out from it. It was a rough man, it was Cai Wenshuang's father, Lao Cai!

Lao Cai's shadow let out an angry roar and charged towards Meng Po without hesitation.

“No——!” Meng Po let out a shrill scream, and the river of blood rolled violently, as if it would swallow everything.

The underground palace shook violently, as if it would collapse at any time.

Xi Yu felt his eyes were blurry and there were roaring sounds in his ears. He tried hard to stay awake, but he felt that his consciousness was gradually blurring...

Just then, he felt someone grabbing his hand, a pair of cold and slender hands.

He tried hard to open his eyes, but only saw a blurry figure.

"Xi Yu..." A weak voice sounded in his ears, "Do you...believe me..."

Xi Yu wanted to answer, but found that he could no longer make a sound.

He felt his body getting lighter and lighter, as if he was about to float up...

"No..." He used up his last bit of strength to try to grab that hand, but it finally fell down powerlessly...

His pupils suddenly split into two, one half was Xi Wujiang's indifference, the other half was Zi Yang's madness...

"What you...stole was not...blood..."

The underground palace shook more and more violently, with rubble falling down, as if the end of the world was approaching.

Xi Yu's pupils were divided into two, one half was Xi Wujiang's coldness, as bottomless as an eternal cold pond, and the other half was Zi Yang's madness, burning everything like a raging fire.

Two completely different expressions intertwined on his face, looking weird and terrifying.

"What you stole was not blood, but..." Zi Yang's voice was hoarse and low, with a hint of viciousness and success, as if he was an evil ghost crawling out from the depths of hell, wanting to tear apart all the beauty in the world.

Before he could finish his words, a stream of hot liquid suddenly poured into Xi Yu's heart.

The liquid shone with golden light, like flowing sunlight, carrying an indescribable sacred aura.

"Don't believe his memory!" Cai Wenshuang's voice was trembling, but extremely firm.

Her face was as pale as paper, with beads of sweat oozing from her forehead, but she still held Xi Yu tightly, as if she wanted to pull him back from the abyss.

The golden blood flowed through Xiyu's meridians throughout his body and merged with the original blood in his body.

Two different forces collided and clashed in his body, like two giant dragons biting each other. The intense pain almost made him faint.

At the same time, the blood river surged, making a deafening roar.

Meng Po covered her throat and whimpered in pain.

Blood flowed out from between her fingers, staining her clothes and the surging river of blood red.

Xuan Ming stood on the bank of the Blood River, holding a judge's pen in his hand.

There was blood dripping from the tip of the pen, it was Meng Po's.

There was no expression on his face, and his eyes were cold and ruthless, like the god of death who judged everything.

"You violated the contract and brought the power of the underworld to invade the human world..." His voice was low and majestic, carrying an unquestionable sense of judgment.

At this moment, a golden light flashed, and Shen Qingwu's royal jade pendant suddenly turned into a golden chain, wrapping around Xuan Ming's ankle.

Ancient runes flickered on the chains, emitting a powerful force of confinement.

Xuan Ming frowned slightly and looked down at the chain on his ankle. He did not expect that this seemingly ordinary jade pendant could possess such powerful power.

On the other side of the underground palace, Yun Wuxin broke free from the group of puppets.

Her clothes were disheveled, her hair was messy, and there was a hint of fatigue on her face, but it couldn't hide the determination in her eyes.

She held a secret letter tightly in her hand, the envelope stained with blood.

She took a deep breath and slowly unfolded the secret letter.

"My mother had already revealed this twenty years ago..." Her voice trembled, as if she was about to reveal a shocking secret to the public.

The handwriting on the secret letter was beautiful and neat, but it revealed an indescribable sadness and helplessness.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed Yun Wuxin's wrist.

The hand was slender and strong, with distinct joints. It was Xi Yu's.

"Why did you switch my body with Father Cai's back then..." Xi Yu's voice was hoarse and low, with a hint of suppressed anger.

His eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if he could see through Yun Wuxin.

Yun Wuxin's face turned pale, his lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't utter a word.

The secret letter in her hand slowly fell to the ground like a butterfly with broken wings.

Deep in the underground palace, the air was stagnant, and even breathing seemed to become heavy.

Xi Yu's face was distorted, and Zi Yang's soul completely took over his body.

Those eyes, which were originally as clear as water, were now burning with the flames of hell, eerie and terrifying.

The corners of his mouth curled up in a cruel arc, his voice was hoarse like the friction of gravel, with the arrogance of a winner: "Now it's your turn to accompany me to hell!"

Cai Wenshuang's heart suddenly shrank, as if it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand.

Xi Yu, or rather, Zi Yang who was occupying Xi Yu's body at this moment, had such clear malice in his eyes that it made her feel like she was falling into an icy cave.

She understood that Zi Yang's target was her, her twin bloodline.

A resolute courage ignited in her heart, she raised her hand tremblingly, and the golden blood gathered in her palm, condensing into a shining sharp blade.

She looked deeply at Xi Yu who was occupied by Zi Yang, her eyes filled with sadness and reluctance.
"Use my blood!" She growled, and the golden sword pierced her heart without hesitation.

The intense pain made her eyes go black, but she still clenched her teeth, not letting any painful moan leak out.

The golden blood gushed out like a blooming blood mandala, sad, beautiful and resolute.

At the same time, the blood river surged, making a deafening roar.

The originally calm blood river was now like boiling magma, rolling violently and forming a huge whirlpool.

Meng Po's body struggled in the whirlpool, her throat was pierced by Xuanming's Judge's Pen, blood gushed out, dyeing the rolling blood river red.

Above the blood river, a blurry figure slowly emerged. It was the remaining soul of Xi Mu.

She looked at everything in front of her and let out a sharp, piercing laugh, like the cry of a night owl, which was creepy.

"When the twin bloodlines kill each other, that will be the day when Zhulong appears in the world—" Her voice was sharp and crazy, full of twisted joy.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

Xuanming, the judge of the underworld, has always been known for his impartiality, but at this moment he made a shocking move.

He suddenly raised the judge's pen in his hand and stabbed it into his crown without hesitation.

There was no trace of pain on his face, only deep compassion and determination.

The moment the judge's pen pierced his body, his body trembled violently, and then slowly fell down like a puppet with its strings cut.

Blood gushed out from the top of his head like a blooming black mandala, strange and desperate.

"Three thousand years..." A low voice came from deep underground, carrying with it endless vicissitudes and sadness.

"After three thousand years, I finally waited for someone to..."

The low voice stopped abruptly, as if an invisible hand had strangled its throat.

The endless vicissitudes and sadness contained in that voice seemed to have traveled through a long time tunnel, carrying the dust of ancient times and blowing towards us.

This sudden change stunned everyone.

Xi Yu, who was originally immersed in grief and shock, suddenly raised his head and stared at the place where Xuan Ming fell.

He felt as if his heart was being gripped by an invisible hand, and he could hardly breathe.

Xuan Ming... is dead? (End of this chapter)