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

In order to reverse the backflow of this damned river of blood, in order to stop his mother's madness, he actually exchanged his life for another's?!
An indescribable sorrow, like a flood bursting through a dam, instantly submerged Xi Yu.

He staggered forward a few steps, trying to touch Xuanming, but stopped in mid-air.

His hands were shaking and his heart was bleeding.

Suddenly, Xi Yu's pupils shrank sharply, as if he had discovered something incredible.

He stared at Xuan Ming's face. That originally cold and majestic face now revealed an indescribable sense of familiarity.

As Xuanming's life breath faded, his appearance was actually changing at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The originally clear outline began to become blurred, as if there was a layer of mist covering it, or as if time was rapidly flowing backwards.

Within a few breaths, Xuan Ming's face turned into a face that shocked Xi Yu extremely!
This face, with its sharp eyebrows, bright eyes and straight nose, although a bit childish, one can vaguely see the heroic spirit he would have in the future.

This is clearly... the boundless drama of youth!
His father!

The founding emperor of the Great Zhou!
"This...how is this possible?!" Xi Yu cried out in shock, his voice hoarse as if it had been sanded by sandpaper.

He couldn't believe his eyes, he even wondered if he was hallucinating.

Xuan Ming...how could he look exactly like his father? !

Could it be that... there is some shocking secret hidden in this?
Just when Xi Yu's mind was in a mess, something strange happened again.

Meng Po, whose throat was pierced by the Xuanming Judge's Pen, was now twisting her body in a strange way.

Blood no longer flowed from her wounds, but instead black mist surged out.

These mists were like living things, constantly wriggling and entwining, as if they wanted to devour Meng Po.

At the same time, the blood butterflies surrounding her, as if summoned by some mysterious force, rushed towards Meng Po frantically.

They flapped their wings and made sharp hisses, like bloodthirsty demons, rushing towards Meng Po.

"Sister, you stole my life, but used the twin bloodlines to... sacrifice to the Candle Dragon?"

A cold voice came from the group of blood butterflies, carrying endless resentment and anger.

This voice is Su Li!

The blood butterflies swooped down on Meng Po one after another, wrapping her layer by layer like a huge blood-red cocoon.

"No! No! You can't do this to me!" Meng Po screamed miserably, her voice filled with fear and despair.

However, her struggle was in vain.

The blood butterflies were biting her body madly and devouring her soul.

Meng Po's body shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and eventually turned into a pile of dry bones, scattered in the river of blood.

This scene made everyone feel horrified.

These blood butterflies are so cruel!

What on earth are they?!

At this moment, Cai Wenshuang suddenly felt a palpitation.

The blood in her body, as if pulled by some mysterious force, began to boil.

She looked down and saw a faint golden light on the back of her hand.

The light became brighter and brighter, and finally formed a golden shield that enveloped her entire body.

Those blood butterflies that originally wanted to approach her actually let out shrill screams the moment they touched the golden shield, and then retreated away.

Golden blood...resonance?
Cai Wenshuang was stunned.

She had never seen such a magical sight.

what on earth is it? !
Just when everyone was shocked and overwhelmed by the series of unexpected events, a breeze blew by.

An old man with a Taoist look and wearing a Taoist robe and holding a whisk appeared out of nowhere above the blood river.

His hair and beard were all white, his face was gaunt, but his eyes were as bright as stars, as if he could see through everything in the world.

"Chisongzi?!" someone exclaimed.

This old man is none other than the legendary ancient immortal, Chisongzi!

He actually appeared here too!

Chisongzi gently waved the whisk in his hand, and a soft light sprinkled into the air, dispelling the haze around him.

He looked at Meng Po who was devoured by the blood butterfly, and Cai Wenshuang who was protected by the golden shield.

Then, his eyes fell on the shadow of the candle dragon transformed by the remaining soul of Ximu, and his voice was calm and majestic:
"She is not Ximu, but the ancient Zhulong..."

Before Chisongzi could finish his words, another strange thing happened!

The ancient jade pendant that Xiyu had been wearing on his chest suddenly shone brightly!

Mysterious patterns appeared on the jade pendant.

Some of these patterns look like dragons, some look like phoenixes, some look like unicorns, and some look like black tortoises...

They are lifelike, as if they are about to break free from the jade pendant and soar into the sky!
This... is the totem of an ancient mythical beast? !
Everyone was stunned by this sudden scene.

What secrets does this jade pendant hide? !

"This jade pendant..." Chisongzi stared at the jade pendant and muttered to himself. For the first time, a look of shock appeared in his eyes. He raised his hand as if he wanted to say something.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind Xiyu:
"Brother Yu"

Shen Qingwu's voice was as sharp as broken porcelain, with a hint of hysterical madness.

"Hurry up and use the Twin Blood Contract to restart the earth veins! Only in this way can we..." Her words stopped abruptly, as if someone had strangled her neck. Her eyes widened and she looked at Xi Yu in disbelief.

Xiyu's hands were eerily steady.

The originally warm jade pendant now seemed like a dagger stained with poison, piercing his throat fiercely.

Blood gushed out, dyeing the dragon pattern carved on the jade pendant red, like a giant dragon bathed in blood, roaring silently.

"I'll use my life... in exchange for her life..." Xi Yu's voice was hoarse and low, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with a sense of resoluteness and tragedy.

He looked at Cai Wenshuang,
The light on the jade pendant became brighter and brighter, and finally turned into a dazzling beam of light, shooting straight into the sky!
At the same time, the blood butterflies surrounding the remaining soul of Xi Mu suddenly stopped moving, as if they were summoned by some mysterious force, and gathered together, spinning and dancing.

Their bodies emitted a strange red light, like burning flames, illuminating the entire blood river.

"It's time to end, sister—" Su Li's voice came from the group of blood butterflies, with a hint of relief and relief.

The blood butterflies quickly gathered together and eventually turned into a huge blood-red coffin, sealing the remaining soul of Xi Mu tightly inside.

The surface of the coffin is carved with intricate patterns, which vaguely reveal ancient myths and legends, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

Chisongzi looked at this scene, he slowly raised the whisk in his hand and pointed it at Cai Wenshuang's eyebrows.

"The real container... is you..." His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of elusive meaning.

Cai Wenshuang only felt a sharp pain between his eyebrows, as if he was stabbed by a red-hot needle.

She subconsciously reached out to touch it, but felt a raised mark.

This mark has a strange shape, like... a drop of blood.

She had never seen this mark before.

When did it appear?

What does it represent?
Cai Wenshuang's heart was filled with doubts and uneasiness.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
The bloody coffin suddenly trembled violently, making bursts of roaring sounds, as if something was about to break out of the coffin!

A powerful force gushed out from the coffin, blowing away everything around it.

Xi Yu's body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily to the ground.

He felt his consciousness gradually becoming blurred, and everything in front of him became hazy.

He wanted to reach out and grab something, but found that he could grab nothing.

"Brother Yu..." A gentle voice sounded in my ears, with a hint of anxiety and worry.

Xi Yu tried hard to open his eyes, wanting to see clearly who was in front of him.

He saw a familiar face looking at him anxiously.

That face is... Cai Wenshuang!

"Wen Shuang..." Xi Yu used up his last bit of strength and called her name softly.

"Brother Yu, how are you?" Cai Wenshuang held his hand tightly, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

"I... I'm fine..." Xi Yu wanted to comfort her, but found that he didn't even have the strength to speak.

There was darkness before his eyes.

He felt his body slowly sinking...

"No..." Cai Wenshuang let out a heart-wrenching cry and hugged Xi Yu tightly, unwilling to let go.

At this moment, Chi Songzi's voice sounded again, with a hint of unquestionable majesty:

"Child, the blood in your body is awakening..."

His whisk was still pointing at the blood mark between Cai Wen's eyebrows, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"This is... fate..."

"Child, the blood in your body is awakening..."

Before Chisongzi finished his words, his whisk had already pointed at the bright red blood mark between Cai Wen's eyebrows.

His eyes were deep, as if they could see through all illusions and reach the depths of the soul.

"This is... fate..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xi Yu, who was originally immersed in endless darkness and weakness, suddenly felt as if he was stabbed fiercely by something, and his whole body shook.

He suddenly raised his hand, pulled Cai Wenshuang behind him, and used his still weak body to protect her tightly.

"You knew it a long time ago?!" Xi Yu's voice was hoarse, but it carried an unquestionable sense of oppression as he pressed straight at Chi Songzi.

He stared at Chisongzi intently, with complex emotions surging in his eyes, including shock, anger, and deep... fear!
If Chisongzi already knew Cai Wenshuang's bloodline, then what was the purpose of everything he did before?
He approached me, helped me, and even risked his life. Was it all for... for this moment? !

Cai Wenshuang was startled by Xi Yu's sudden action. She subconsciously reached out and touched the blood mark on her forehead with trembling hands.

It was burning there, as if there was a flame burning, burning her skin and even her soul.

"So... so back then, you deliberately made me awaken my bloodline..." Cai Wenshuang's voice was trembling. She suddenly raised her head and looked at Chi Songzi, her eyes full of disbelief and deep questioning, "You... what do you think I am? A... a container?!"

The word "container" exploded in Cai Wenshuang's mind like thunder.

She finally understood why she always had those strange dreams, why her body underwent those weird changes, and why... why she had such unspeakable feelings for Xi Yu.

It turns out that all of this was due to the blood in her body. From the very beginning, she was treated as a container, a container that carried a certain power, or in other words... a certain soul!

Chi Songzi did not deny the questioning of the two people, but just sighed softly: "God's will is to play tricks on people. Some things are destined from the beginning..."

Before he finished speaking, the originally calm surroundings suddenly became windy!

"boom--!"

There was a loud bang, as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting apart!

The sky that was originally covered by the shadow of Zhulong was actually torn open with a huge hole!

Countless blood-red butterflies, like bloodthirsty devils, swarmed out of the crack frantically!
They screamed and circled, with endless hatred and madness, and instantly tore the huge Candle Dragon phantom into pieces!
The shadow of the Candle Dragon roared and struggled in pain, but was simply unable to withstand the overwhelming attack of the blood butterflies.

Under the crazy biting of the blood butterflies, the shadow of Zhulong quickly dissipated, revealing the true body of Ximu hidden in it!

However, the true body made everyone present gasp!
That was not a human form at all, but an extremely huge...divine beast!
Its appearance is somewhat similar to that of the red pine tree, but it is even more hideous and terrifying!
Its body was covered with pitch-black scales, and each scale glowed with a cold light.

It has two horns on its head, with black lightning wrapped around the horns, crackling and emitting a breath of destruction.

Its eyes were two balls of burning blood-red flames, full of brutality and madness!
"This... this is..." Cai Wenshuang was stunned by the scene before her. She had never seen such a horrible creature and couldn't even imagine it in her dreams!
"Don't look her in the eyes!"

Just when Cai Wenshuang was deeply attracted by those blood-red eyes and was almost lost in them, Xi Yu suddenly shouted and woke her up from her trance!

At the same time, the jade pendant worn on Xiyu's chest suddenly burst out with dazzling light!

The light spread out like spirit snakes in an instant, forming a huge light shield that tightly enveloped Xi Yu and Cai Wenshuang!

The patterns on the jade pendant also grew wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if they were alive, constantly moving on the light shield, emitting a mysterious and powerful force!

"what--!"

The opera mother let out a shrill scream, and under the illumination of the light, her body began to emit bursts of black smoke, as if it was being burned by a raging fire!
"Yuer...you...you actually..." Xi's mother's voice was full of pain and disbelief.

Xi Yu held Cai Wenshuang tightly to prevent her from seeing the horrific scene.

He lowered his head and looked at Cai Wenshuang, who was pale in his arms.
He coughed gently a few times, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, staining Cai Wenshuang's chest red.

"Ahem...Wen Shuang..." Xi Yu's voice was weak, but with a gentle smile.

He raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Cai Wen's eyes with his fingertips.
"Back then...your father saved me...and he was the one who should have survived..." Xi Yu spoke intermittently, and every word seemed to exhaust all his strength.

Cai Wenshuang looked at Xi Yu's pale face and the blood-stained collar, and his heart ached.

She suddenly turned her hand back, tightly grasped Xi Yu's collar, and asked in a trembling voice:

"So... so you have been atonement for the past twenty years? You did all this for... for my father?!"

Xi Yu did not answer, but just looked at Cai Wenshuang.
Atonement? Maybe...

He has indeed been living in guilt and self-blame for the past twenty years.

He tried hard to make amends, to protect Cai Wenshuang, and to let her live a happy life.

However, he didn't know that what he did would push her into a deeper abyss...

At this moment, Xi Yu suddenly felt a piercing chill coming from behind him. He turned his head sharply, but only saw...

"Brother Yu, why... don't you want to love me..."

The bloody blade, carrying Su Li's endless hatred, drew a sharp arc in the air and pierced Xi Yu's back!
At that moment, time seemed to stand still and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was nauseating.

Xi Yu could even feel the sharp whistling sound as the blade cut through the air, which sounded very much like Su Li's desperate cry before her death.

He closed his eyes and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Perhaps, this is his fate... The debt owed must be repaid eventually.

However, the expected severe pain did not come.

A huge force suddenly pulled him forward, and he staggered a few steps and almost fell.

"you go first!"

Cai Wenshuang's voice, with a hint of determination, exploded in his ears.

Xi Yu turned around suddenly and saw Cai Wenshuang standing behind him. His face was as pale as paper, and the blood mark on his forehead was flashing with a strange light.

In her outstretched right hand, golden blood was coagulating into a gleaming chain at a speed visible to the naked eye, tightly wrapped around his waist.

The cold touch of the chain instantly sobered Xi Yu up. He looked down at Cai Wenshuang.
"Are you crazy?! Do you know what you are doing?!"

Cai Wenshuang did not answer, but gritted his teeth and pushed him back hard.

The golden chains seemed to have life, constantly shrinking and pulling him away from danger.

"My life should have been returned to you." Xi Yu's voice was hoarse with a hint of determination.

He grabbed Cai Wenshuang's hand, pulled her back to him, and hugged her tightly in his arms.

"Silly boy, how could I leave you alone..." He rested his chin on Cai Wenshuang's head, feeling the softness of her hair, with an indescribable tenderness welling up in his heart.

At this moment, a deafening roar came from above the underground palace, as if the whole world was shaking.

Ximu's huge snake body, like a giant black python, coiled on the dome of the underground palace, and her scarlet snake eyes stared at Xi Yu and Cai Wenshuang below.

"When the twin bloods merge, that is the day when the candle dragon devours them—" Ximu's voice was like a demonic sound from hell, full of gloom and terror. (End of this chapter)