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

Hearing this, Xi Yu's heart sank. He knew that the final battle had finally come.

He looked down at Cai Wenshuang in his arms.
“Wenshuang, are you afraid?”

Cai Wenshuang raised his head and looked at Xi Yu. There was no fear in his eyes, only determination.

She suddenly bit her fingertips, and a drop of bright red blood dripped onto Xi Yu's lips.

"Then let us destroy this lie together!"

The sweet smell of blood spread between their lips and teeth.

At that moment, Xi Yu felt a strange power flowing into his body from Cai Wenshuang's blood and merging with his own blood.

His body began to undergo drastic changes.

His eyes turned into a strange purple, flashing with eerie light.

His hair also turned a flame-like red and danced wildly in the air.

A powerful and terrifying aura emanated from him, as if coming from ancient gods and demons.

He looked down at his hands.
"This...this is..."

"Brother Yu, why... don't you want to love me..." Su Li's voice sounded again, carrying endless resentment and sadness.

However, this time, Xi Yu ignored her.

He raised his head and looked at the opera mother who was perched on the dome.
"It's time to end..."

Xi Yu slowly raised his right hand, and a dazzling light condensed in the palm of his hand.

That light, like a small sun, emanates the power to destroy everything.

"elder brother……"

"This... this is..." Xi Yu's voice trembled, as if it was an evil ghost crawling out from the depths of hell, hoarse and low.

The purple light in his eyes became increasingly intense, almost completely swallowing up his originally clear pupils.

Suddenly, the purple pupil split apart, and another face emerged from it, evil and crazy.

“Brother, do you finally understand the price of twin blood?” The voice was sharp and piercing, like glass scratching on metal, with a creepy pleasure.

That was Zi Yang, Xi Yu's twin brother, the demon sealed deep in his soul.

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

She recognized that face, the face full of resentment and madness.

She had seen it countless times in her nightmares, grinning grimly and roaring, as if it wanted to drag her and Xiyu into hell.

"No! Brother Yu!" Cai Wenshuang screamed, and the golden blood at his fingertips suddenly surged, like tiny golden snakes, dancing and circling in the air.

The next moment, those golden snakes quickly condensed and turned into chains flashing with golden light, binding Xi Yu tightly to the ground.

"Don't listen to him!" Cai Wenshuang's voice was a little tearful, but full of determination, "Brother Yu, you must hold on!"

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded: "Only the true bloodline heir can..."

A white light flashed, and Shen Qingwu's figure appeared in front of everyone.

In her hand she held a long sword that shone with cold light. The sword was snow-white all over, like solidified moonlight.

That sword was transformed from the royal jade pendant she was wearing.

Shen Qingwu stabbed the sword into Xi Yu's heart without hesitation.

"Ah!" Xi Yu let out a painful roar and his body began to tremble violently.

The purple light in his eyes suddenly shrank, and then quickly expanded, like a star about to explode.

"Why did you save me back then?" Xi Yu suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter full of ridicule and despair.

Zi Yang's soul completely took over Xi Yu's body.

He suddenly pulled out the long sword that was stuck in his heart, and scarlet blood gushed out, staining his clothes red.

He turned his head and looked at Cai Wenshuang. He slowly raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at Cai Wenshuang.

The tip of the sword stopped only an inch away from Cai Wenshuang's hair.

"Her eyes... are the same as yours." Zi Yang's voice was low and hoarse, with a barely perceptible tremor.

Cai Wenshuang's heart skipped a beat and an inexplicable feeling surged into his heart.

She looked into Zi Yang's eyes, those eyes full of resentment and madness, but at this moment revealed an indescribable sadness.

Suddenly, Cai Wenshuang stretched out his hand and splashed the golden blood on his fingertips onto the old wound on Xi Yu's heart.

"You still have his memories in your body!" Cai Wenshuang's voice was firm and powerful, as if it carried some kind of magic.

The golden blood fell on Xi Yu's wound, emitting a dazzling light.

Xi Yu's body began to tremble violently again, and the purple light in his eyes began to flicker, as if it would go out at any time.

"Su Li..." A weak voice came from Xi Yu's mouth, with a hint of pain and confusion.

"No..." Zi Yang roared, and the sword in his hand fell weakly.

The purple light in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a blank and empty look.

"Brother Yu..." Cai Wenshuang stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Xi Yu's face, but stopped in mid-air.

"do you remember me?"

Deep within the earth’s veins, a faint blue light pulsates like the heart of a giant beast.

Xuanming, the judge of the underworld, has a stern face but a gleam of compassion in his eyes.

The judge's pen in his hand was not used to record life and death at this moment, but exuded a frightening power.

He suddenly thrust the Judge's Pen into the core of the earth vein, and the dark blue light suddenly surged, like the silent roar of an enraged beast.

"It's been three thousand years, it's time to end this cycle..." His voice was low and firm, as if it spanned time and space, carrying endless vicissitudes.

At the same time, the shadow of the Candle Dragon hovering in the air let out a shrill roar, and the originally solid dragon scales began to peel off piece by piece, revealing the scarlet flesh underneath.

The residual soul of Ximu, like drifting smoke, condensed into a ball of blood mist, and with deep hatred, suddenly rushed into Zhulong's eyes.

The pair of originally hollow dragon eyes instantly ignited with two balls of dark green flames.

"Destroy their blood connection first!" Her voice was sharp and piercing, like a ghost from hell, full of despair and madness.

Xi Yu was currently being bound by Cai Wenshuang's golden blood chains. The purple light in his eyes had dissipated, replaced by a clear gaze.

He looked at everything that was happening before his eyes, and an indescribable sadness welled up in his heart.

He knew that all this was caused by him, because of his twin blood.

He suddenly pulled off the jade pendant from his neck and stabbed it into his throat without hesitation.

"In exchange for my life!" His voice was hoarse and resolute, with a kind of tragic heroism of facing death with indifference.

Blood gushed out, staining the collar of his shirt and Cai Wenshuang’s frightened eyes red.

"No! Brother Yu!" Cai Wenshuang cried heartbreakingly, and the golden blood from his fingertips rushed madly towards Xi Yu's wound like a flood.

At the moment the jade pendant came into contact with Xiyu's blood, a powerful force burst out, and the ancient runes on the jade pendant flashed with dazzling light, reflecting with Cai Wenshuang's golden blood, forming a complex, blood-colored rune on Xiyu's chest.

The underground palace began to tremble violently, and huge cracks appeared on the ground, like a huge mouth of the abyss, ready to swallow everything in.

The shadow of the Candle Dragon hovering in the air let out a desperate wail, was swallowed by the cracks in the ground, and disappeared without a trace.

When the dust settled, a huge face appeared on the ground. It was the face of a young woman, with picturesque features and a gentle and quiet appearance. It was exactly what Xi Mu looked like when she was young.

Her eyes were closed, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep, but there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she had seen something beautiful in her dream.

"Mother..." Xi Yu's voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible. He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch that familiar face, but his hand fell weakly.

Cai Wen fell to her knees on the ground, tears streaming down her face. She looked at the bloody rune on Xi Yu's chest, her heart filled with grief and despair.

"This is..." Shen Qingwu looked at everything happening in front of her. She clenched the sword in her hand and looked around vigilantly. A feeling of uneasiness spread in her heart.

From deep within the underground palace, a low dragon roar was heard...

From deep within the underground palace, a dragon roar was heard, and Ximu's true form was revealed—it was an ancient mythical beast with the same appearance as Chisongzi!
Cai Wenshuang suddenly discovered that the pattern on Xiyu's jade pendant completely overlapped with the scales of the Candle Dragon: "You are..."

Before he finished speaking, a sudden change occurred!
Rumbling--

It was as if thunder had exploded in the sky, and the entire underground palace was shaking violently. The rubble above fell like rain, hitting the ground and stirring up dust all over the sky. The dust made it almost impossible to breathe, and everyone subconsciously covered their mouths and noses, squinted their eyes, and tried to see everything in front of them clearly in the chaos.

A low and long dragon roar came from the depths of the underground palace, echoing in every corner.

That voice, not like something from the mortal world, carried with it an ancient desolation and majesty, as if it could penetrate the human soul and make people tremble from the bottom of their hearts.

On the ground, the huge face of the young Drama Mother slowly opened its eyes.

What a pair of eyes those are!

There are no human pupils, only a deep golden color, like two small suns, emitting dazzling light.

In that golden light, there seemed to be endless stars hidden, and also seemed to be hidden the power to destroy everything.

Her skin was no longer made of human flesh and blood, but was covered with a layer of fine scales, gleaming with a cold metallic luster.

Each scale is like a finely crafted work of art, covered with complex and mysterious patterns and with faint flashes of light.

How can this be called a drama queen? It is clearly a giant dragon with the face of a human woman!
No, upon closer inspection, the face of this giant dragon is 90% similar to that of the long-missing Chisongzi!

"This...how is this possible?!" Shen Qingwu exclaimed, and the sword in her hand almost fell to the ground.

She could never have imagined that the gentle and quiet drama mother could be such a terrifying existence.

Cai Wenshuang stared at the jade pendant on Xiyu's chest that he had worn since childhood.

The ancient patterns on the jade pendant are now shining with a faint light.

She suddenly discovered that those patterns were exactly the same as the patterns on the scales of the giant dragon in front of her!

"You...you are..." Cai Wenshuang's voice trembled. She wanted to say that shocking guess, but she couldn't believe her eyes.

"Roar--"

At this moment, the dragon roared to the sky, the sound was deafening.

Suddenly, the bronze puppets that were originally standing quietly around the underground palace turned around suddenly as if they had gone crazy, waving the weapons in their hands and frantically attacking the giant dragon, that is, Ximu!

"Bai Li! What are you doing?!" Shen Qingwu was shocked and angry. She could never have imagined that Bai Li would actually betray her mother!

Bai Li did not answer. There was no expression on her face, only cold madness in her eyes.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The bronze puppet's weapon smashed hard on the dragon, making a deafening sound.

However, those seemingly indestructible bronze weapons shattered and turned into a pile of scrap metal the moment they touched the dragon's scales.

On the contrary, after the collision, cracks began to appear on the bodies of those puppets, as if they would collapse at any time.

click-

The head of a bronze puppet suddenly cracked open, and a pile of white bones fell out from inside!
The white bones were obviously human skeletons, but they were forcibly stuffed into the puppet's body.

"These are... the skeletons of the royal family of the previous dynasty!" Shen Qingwu was knowledgeable and recognized the origin of those skeletons at a glance.

A huge wave of emotion surged in her heart. Could it be that there was another hidden story behind Xi Mu's massacre of the royal family of the previous dynasty?
Bai Li controlled the puppet and continued to attack the dragon frantically.

Her voice was cold and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of hell:
"Twenty years ago, what you stole was not the vessel, but... the bloodline!"

Bloodline?!

Everyone was shocked by Bai Li's words.

Blood swap? What on earth is going on?

At this moment, a dazzling golden light suddenly burst out from Xi Yu's body.

The golden light was pure and sacred, carrying an indescribable pressure.

In the golden light, the face of a young man faintly emerged.

That face was handsome and elegant, with a hint of unruly between his brows. It was... Father Cai when he was young!
"This...this is impossible!" Cai Wenshuang was completely stunned.

She could never have imagined that the truth she had been searching for would be presented to her in this way.

"Wenshuang... hurry... hurry up..." Xiyu's voice was weak and intermittent. He stared at Cai Wenshuang intently.
At this moment, Yun Wuxin, who had been bound by the bronze puppet, suddenly broke free.

She suddenly threw a secret letter in her hand to Xi Yu and shouted, "The one you hid in the Imperial Ancestral Temple when you were seven years old..."

Before he finished his words, a blood-red river suddenly appeared from the void and instantly swept Yun Wuxin into it.

The blood river exuded a strong smell of blood and carried an eerie and terrifying aura, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell.

"Meng...Meng Po?!" Shen Qingwu screamed in shock. She recognized the origin of the blood river.

The blood river rolled, forming a huge whirlpool that completely swallowed Yun Wuxin.

"Do not--"

Xi Yu let out a desperate roar. He wanted to stop it, but he was powerless.

The river of blood disappeared and the underground palace returned to peace, as if nothing had happened.

But everyone knows that a bigger storm is coming.

"Wen Shuang, listen to me..." Xi Yu's voice was hoarse.

The underground palace shook even more violently, rubble fell like hail, and the air was filled with a choking smell of dust.

Xi Yu grabbed Cai Wenshuang's wrist. His fingertips were cold, but his strength was so great that he almost crushed her bones.

He pushed her violently towards the huge core of the Candle Dragon, which was emitting golden light and beating like a heart.

"Back then, your father chose..." His voice was hoarse, as if it had been sandpapered, and every word trembled with pain.

Cai Wenshuang was pushed to the front of the core and staggered. The jade pendant on his chest vibrated violently, as if trying to break free.

A powerful suction force pulled her, and golden blood oozed from her fingertips, reflecting the ancient patterns on the jade pendant. In the huge eyes of the Candle Dragon, an ancient marriage certificate was reflected.

The yellowed paper with beautiful handwriting was actually the engagement between Xi's mother and Cai's father!
"What?!" Cai Wenshuang widened her eyes. Everything she saw was unbelievable to her.

Fragments of memory came flooding in like a tide: my father's sighs, my mother's tears, and the deliberately hidden family secrets. Everything was connected at this moment.

It turns out that I am...

"No!" Ximu let out a shrill roar, and the originally golden dragon's body was instantly covered with blood, with a strange dark red light flowing on its scales.

She turned into a bloody shadow and rushed towards Cai Wenshuang with the momentum of destroying the world.

"Use the twin bloodlines to restart reincarnation—" Her voice was sharp and piercing, full of madness and despair.

At the critical moment, Xi Yu suddenly tore open his chest, revealing a hideous scar inside.

The patterns on the scar actually completely overlapped with the patterns on the Tianji Wheel!
"I am the real container!" He roared, his voice like a wounded beast, filled with resentment and anger.

The dome of the underground palace suddenly cracked, and a white light fell from the sky.

Chisongzi, the figure who had disappeared for a long time, suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

He held a whisk in his hand, looking like an immortal, but his eyes were cold and without a trace of emotion.

The whisk pointed at Cai Wenshuang's brows, and his tone was so calm that it was chilling: "The real God-killing Game..."

Chi Songzi's whisk swept across the pattern of the jade pendant on Xi Yu's chest, "You think..."

"What the God-killing Bureau needs is not a container, but..." Before Chi Songzi finished his words, Xi Yu suddenly pressed Cai Wenshuang down on the core of the earth vein. The hard and cold stone ground hurt her bones.

A strange energy surged into her body from the ground, making her tremble uncontrollably.

"Use my blood!" Xi Yu's voice was hoarse and resolute, with a desperate madness.

He tore open his clothes, revealing the hideous scar on his chest. Blood gushed out instantly, staining the patterns on the jade pendant red.

The lines seemed to come alive, flashing with an eerie light, complementing the lines on the core of the earth veins.

Cai Wenshuang only felt that a powerful force was imprisoning her and making her unable to move.

Her eyes widened in horror and she wanted to struggle, but she found that her body seemed to be hollowed out and she was powerless to resist.

She didn't understand what Xi Yu was going to do, but she could feel the determination and madness emanating from him, a kind of tragic heroism that was almost self-destructive.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The bronze puppets that were originally besieging the Candle Dragon phantom suddenly let out a sharp hiss, and their bodies began to twist and deform, eventually turning into pools of blood rain, pouring down like a torrential rain, drowning the Candle Dragon phantom. (End of this chapter)