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

Or was it his former master Xi Wuchang?
The question hangs in the air, filled with the stench of decay.

Before he could finish, before the horrifying truth could escape his ghostly lips, a scream of pure rage shattered the silence.

Ximu's vengeful ghost swooped down, her translucent body flashing an evil light.

Like a ghostly bird of prey, she pounced on the remnant of the Black Order commander, her ghostly claws tearing at his phantom flesh.

"Idiot!" she screamed, her voice a symphony of hatred and frustration.

"Reincarnation... Reincarnation must end! This requires..."

The remaining spirit of the Dark Guard commander let out a silent scream, then vanished in wisps of smoke as Ximu's ghostly claws tore him to pieces.

The air was thick with the acrid smell of ozone, a sharp, acrid smell that stung the nostrils.

Cai Wenshuang watched all this in horror, her breath caught in her throat.

She suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest, as if it was a phantom echo of Xi Wuchang's heartbeat in her own chest.

But something is different.

She looked down, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Xi Wuchang's heart, pressed against her chest, was shining with golden light, a brilliant and otherworldly glow.

"Brother..." she said softly, her voice almost inaudible.

"What did you...what did you do all those years ago?"

Her question was drowned out by another blood curdling scream.

Ximu's ghostly figure turned around, her eyes flashing a terrifying light.

She reached out her hand at an incomprehensible speed and snatched Xi Wuchang's glowing heart from Cai Wenshuang's hand.

The golden light suddenly shone brightly, so bright that it was blinding. Cai Wenshuang screamed and covered her eyes with her hands.

Ximu held her beating heart aloft, her ghostly form gleaming with an almost tangible power.

"A plot to kill gods," she hissed, her voice thick with venom.

"There's only one step left... for the twins..."

Her words stopped abruptly, and the explanation hung in the echoing silence.

The golden light danced irregularly, casting distorted shadows on the walls of the tomb, and these shadows danced.

A cold wind blew through the chamber, extinguishing the torches and plunging the tomb into darkness.

Cai Wenshuang felt a pair of cold hands grabbing her wrists, and the touch was like the chill of a grave.

A husky whisper sounded in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

"Dear...it's time..."

"Dear...it's time..."

The cold, hoarse whisper licked Cai Wenshuang's earlobe like a poisonous snake's tongue, and all the hair on her body stood up and she got goose bumps all over.

This voice is the drama mother!
Her mother, whose ghost is now only a remnant, lingers on!

The remaining spirit of the opera mother held Cai Wenshuang's wrist tightly with her icy, iron-like hands. The bone-chilling coldness spread along her arm, as if to freeze her entire body into an ice sculpture.

"The twins' blood must..." She hissed, greedy, vicious, and desperate voice echoed in the tomb, and every word was like a file, scraping Cai Wenshuang's nerves fiercely.

What is necessary?
What is she going to do with the twins' blood?!

Cai Wenshuang's heart was filled with alarm and an unprecedented fear gripped her.

"Mother, Xiyu's soul is still inside her!"

At this critical moment, Xi Wujiang's sinister voice was like a thunderbolt, splitting the suffocating atmosphere.

He attacked suddenly and threw the remaining soul of Xi Mu away from Cai Wenshuang.

The force was so great that the remaining soul of Xi Mu let out a shrill scream, drew a twisted arc in the air, and hit the stone wall heavily.

Cai Wenshuang was free, and she didn't care about the burning pain on her wrist, as if it had been burned by a branding iron. She instinctively stepped back, putting some distance between herself and the remaining soul of Xi Mu and Xi Wujiang.

Her eyes were fixed on the remaining soul of the opera mother, her heart filled with anger and disgust.

"You killed my sister three hundred years ago, and now you want to do it again?" Cai Wenshuang gritted his teeth, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

She grabbed the heart that was still beating slightly and emitting golden light, and threw it at the remaining soul of Xi Mu with all her strength!

The heart drew a golden trail in the air, like an angry meteor, carrying Cai Wenshuang's full rage, and smashed fiercely at the remaining soul of the opera mother.

"boom!"

With a dull thud, the heart hit the chest of Ximu's remaining soul.

The remaining soul of Xi Mu let out a painful roar, and her body twisted as if she would disappear at any time.

"Sister, you finally understand that your sister is the container!"

At this moment, a cold voice came from the depths of the underground palace, carrying a hint of pride, a hint of sarcasm, and a hint of... relief?
Cai Wenshuang turned his head suddenly and looked in the direction of the voice.

I saw a figure slowly walking out of the darkness. It was a woman, a woman who was somewhat similar to her, yet completely different.

Nangong Yue!
She is still alive!

No, she died long ago, and the one who is alive now is just a puppet being manipulated!
Nangong Yue walked closer step by step. She stopped in front of Cai Wenshuang and stared at her with burning eyes.

Cai Wenshuang then noticed that on Nangong Yue's neck, there appeared golden and black lines that were exactly the same as hers!
Those lines seemed to have life, wriggling slowly, strange and enchanting.

"Back then you stole my mother's blood contract and turned me into a living dead..." Nangong Yue's voice was low and hoarse, with deep resentment and unwillingness, "Do you know how I have been through these years? I am neither a human nor a ghost. My life is worse than death!"

Cai Wenshuang's heart sank suddenly. She finally understood that the source of this blood curse was actually...

"How dare you, an illegitimate daughter..."

Before Cai Wenshuang could sort out his thoughts, Xi Wujiang's cold voice sounded again.

He attacked suddenly and grabbed Nangong Yue's throat!

his
However, he stopped abruptly before he could finish his words.

"Pfft!"

There was a slight sound, as if something had pierced flesh.

Xi Wujiang's body suddenly stiffened. He lowered his head in disbelief, only to see a blood-red blade as sharp as a butterfly wing piercing through his chest.

The blood instantly dyed his clothes red.

"Brother, have you forgotten that mother hates illegitimate children the most?"

Cai Wenshuang's voice sounded behind him, cold and ruthless.

Xi Wujiang turned around slowly and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.

His body fell to the ground with a loud bang, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"Do you think... this is... the end?" Xi Wujiang's head drooped weakly on the ground, his eyes were dull, and the corners of his mouth were still opening and closing.

**The underground palace was shocked and the blood pool surged**
"Rumble--"

Before he finished speaking, a dull roar came from deep within the underground palace, as if some huge monster was waking up.

The ground began to shake violently, like sifting chaff, making it difficult for people to stand steadily.

One after another hideous cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, crisscrossing and shocking.

"Crack! Click!"

There was a constant sound of sharp breaking, rocks falling and dust flying.

The originally flat ground seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand, revealing a huge, bottomless black hole.

In the black hole, there was a faint red light flickering, and a strong and disgusting smell of blood rushed to the face, almost suffocating people.

"This is..." Cai Wenshuang widened his eyes and stared at the black hole. He felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and the blood in his body seemed to solidify.

"Blood...pool of blood..." Xi Wujiang's voice trembled with a hint of unbelievable fear.

I saw a huge bronze pool slowly rising in the black hole.

The bronze pool was dark red all over, as if it had been soaked in blood for a thousand years. It was carved with countless twisted, hideous ghost patterns, emitting a heart-pounding evil aura.

In the pool, the scarlet liquid rolled and boiled like boiling magma, bubbling with bubbles. Every time a bubble burst, it seemed as if a wronged soul was wailing.

"We must use... the twins'... first-born blood!"

The hoarse, sharp voice of the remnant spirit of Xi Mu seemed to come from the depths of hell, carrying endless malice and madness, echoing in the empty underground palace, making people's eardrums buzz. Her voice was hoarse and distorted, and every word was like a sharp knife, fiercely scraping Cai Wenshuang's nerves.

The voice was full of greed, desire, and a kind of desperate madness.

"First-born blood...twins..." Cai Wenshuang's face turned pale as paper in an instant. She seemed to understand something, yet seemed to understand nothing.

At this moment, an unexpected change happened!
"Girl, your biological mother is..."

Old Cai suddenly pushed the defenseless Cai Wenshuang towards the bronze pool filled with bloody liquid!
This sudden change caught everyone off guard.

Cai Wenshuang was even more horrified. She struggled desperately to steady herself, but it was too late.

"Do not--"

Cai Wenshuang let out a desperate scream and his body fell uncontrollably into the pool of blood.

At this critical moment, something strange happened!

The blood pool, which was already roiling and boiling, suddenly seemed to be enraged, and suddenly set off huge waves!
The scarlet liquid seemed to have life, surging and swirling wildly, forming a huge vortex that swallowed Cai Wenshuang in an instant!
"what--"

The remaining soul of the opera mother let out a shrill scream, her voice filled with pain and unwillingness.

The already weak remnant soul was torn and crushed bit by bit in the whirlpool of the blood pool, and finally turned into nothingness.

"No! Impossible! My plan...my..."

The voice of the remaining spirit of Xi Mu suddenly stopped and completely dissipated into the air.

The surging of the blood pool did not stop, but became more and more intense.

The scarlet liquid continued to swirl, getting faster and faster, as if it was going to swallow up the entire underground palace.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

A crazy, triumphant laugh suddenly came from the pool of blood.

Nangong Yue was seen rising slowly from the pool of blood. In her eyes, golden light burst out, like two burning suns, dazzling.

She exuded a powerful force that made people's heart flutter.

"Finally... I've waited until this moment..." Nangong Yue's voice was hoarse and low, with a hint of relief, a hint of madness, and a hint of... anticipation?
"The God Killing Bureau's...real container..."

She slowly raised her head, her eyes penetrating through numerous obstacles and looking into the depths of the underground palace. A strange smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, as if she had seen something exciting.

"So you've been getting it wrong all along..."

The scarlet pool of blood was like a huge boiling pot, bubbling with disgusting bubbles.

Nangong Yue's figure slowly rose from the pool of blood, like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, but this phoenix carried a creepy evil aura.

Her golden eyes burned with crazy flames, as if they wanted to devour everything.

“The God-killing Bureau… the real container…” She whispered, her voice hoarse, like a whisper from hell, and every word seemed to be stained with blood, making people shudder.

She raised her head, her eyes penetrating the thick stone wall, looking into the depths of the underground palace, with a strange arc at the corner of her mouth that was hard to understand.

At this moment, a crisp click broke the suffocating silence.

A huge mirror seemed to be shattered by an invisible force, and cracks spread like a spider web.

Then, the second, the third... countless mirrors shattered one after another, and the mirror fragments fell like raindrops, making crisp collision sounds.

The entire underground palace seemed to be in a strange mirror storm.

A figure slowly walked out from the broken mirror.

He was dressed in a plain white Taoist robe, had white hair and a youthful face, and looked like an immortal, yet he had an aloofness that kept people at a distance.

He is Chisongzi, the master of Taoist Qingfeng, an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years.

He glanced at the mess on the ground.

“What I sealed three hundred years ago was not only the God-Slaying Bureau…” His voice was low and distant, like the sound of an ancient bell, echoing in the empty underground palace.

Before he finished his words, a dark shadow suddenly jumped out from the corner, with a cold light flashing in his hand, and a sharp dagger pointed directly at Chisongzi's back.

This man was none other than the deputy commander of the secret guards, the once loyal deputy general of Xi Yu's personal guards. But now, his eyes were filled with madness and hatred.

"Old man, you are the culprit!" His voice was hoarse and sharp, like a wounded beast, full of despair and unwillingness.

At the same time, Cai Wenshuang's attention was attracted by the mirror fragments on the ground.

She discovered that each fragment of the mirror reflected a different picture and a different ending.

In one of the fragments, she saw her brother, Xiyu.

He was wearing a dragon robe and sitting on the throne, majestic and domineering.

"Brother, you back then..." Cai Wenshuang murmured to himself,

However, Xi Yu in the mirror suddenly revealed Xi Wujiang's face.

A wicked smile appeared on his lips.

"Sister, have you finally seen through it?"

On the other side, Lao Cai, with trembling hands, pressed a crystal clear jade pendant into the center of the blood pool.

This jade pendant is the heirloom of the opera family.

"Your biological mother is..." Lao Cai's voice trembled, as if he had used up all his strength.

Suddenly, Nangong Yue grabbed the jade pendant and squeezed it hard, and the jade pendant instantly shattered into powder.

"Enough!" Her voice was sharp and harsh, full of anger and impatience.

"What the God Killing Bureau needs is..."

At this moment, strange blood lines suddenly appeared on the body of the deputy commander of the secret guards, like wriggling earthworms, which was disgusting... [Incident]
The blood patterns on the deputy commander of the secret guards' body seemed to come alive, twisting and spreading wildly, like countless tiny blood snakes, scrambling to drill into his seven orifices.

His face turned purple, his eyeballs bulged out and were bloodshot, as if they were about to burst in the next second.

He opened his mouth and a strange "ho ho" sound came from his throat, as if his throat was being strangled by an invisible hand.

"The real container is..." He tried his best to squeeze out a few words from between his teeth. Every word seemed to be spoken with all his strength, and every word sounded like the roar of a demon crawling out from the depths of hell.

However, before he could finish his words, an old but powerful hand, like an iron clamp, tightly grasped his throat.

Chi Songzi had arrived in front of him without him knowing, and his calm face was now covered with a layer of frost.

He looked down at the deputy commander of the secret guards, his eyes without a trace of pity, only endless indifference.

"You still have Ximu's...soul power in your body." Chisongzi spoke slowly, his voice low and cold. Every word was like a sharp ice knife, piercing into the heart of the deputy commander of the dark guards.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
The mirror fragments that were originally scattered on the ground suddenly seemed to be summoned by some mysterious force, floating up, spinning and converging in mid-air.

The light refracts and reflects between the mirrors, interweaving into a strange and gorgeous picture.

Click!

A crisp cracking sound broke the brief silence.

One of the largest mirror fragments suddenly split in the middle, and a dazzling light burst out from it.

The light faded, and an ancient and mysterious symbol slowly emerged on the mirror.

That is... the ancient divine pattern! Moreover, it is the core part of the divine pattern!
At the same time, the blood in the blood pool, which had originally calmed down, began to boil again.

The gurgling sound of the bubbles is like a devil's death-threatening sound, which makes people terrified.

"Uhhhhhh-"

A shrill scream came from the depths of the blood pool.

Then, a cloud of black mist slowly rose from the pool of blood.

In the mist, a distorted figure could be vaguely seen struggling in pain.

The figure gradually became clearer, and it was actually...Xi Wujiang!

However, at this moment, Xi Wujiang has completely lost his former charm.

His body was broken, like a torn rag doll, and he exuded a smell of decay.

His face was filled with pain and unwillingness, but more than that, it was filled with madness and resentment.

"It turns out...my sister...is...the real..." Xi Wujiang spoke intermittently, every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of resentment and unwillingness.

He raised his head and stared at Cai Wenshuang with his hollow eyes. (End of this chapter)