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

At this moment, Cai Wenshuang's body suddenly began to tremble.

Her pupils, which were originally clear and bright, now became strange and unpredictable.

The golden and black lines intertwined and entangled in her pupils, forming a strange vortex.

Suddenly, the vortex began to rotate in the opposite direction!

The golden and black lines, as if pulled by some mysterious force, began to rotate in opposite directions.

The speed was getting faster and faster, as if it was going to swallow up everything.

"No...this is impossible..."

Nangong Yue's voice came from the broken blood pool, and she looked at the change in Cai Wen's pupils in horror.

Well, let's dive into this exciting chapter! Here we go:

"You...are merely...containers of the God Clan's bloodline!"

A hoarse, dry voice, as if crawling out from the depths of the Nine Nether Hell, suddenly echoed in the underground palace.

Along with the sound, a suffocating cold air surged out from the depths of the underground palace.

That aura was ancient and desolate, carrying with it endless resentment and unwillingness, like a demon that had been sealed for millions of years, finally breaking free from its shackles.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a vague black shadow slowly emerging from the depths of the underground palace.

The black shadow was twisted and deformed, like a ball of kneaded mud, or a wisp of smoke that was about to dissipate.

But even so, it can still be vaguely recognized that it is a human figure.

"Is this... the residual soul of Xi's ancestor?!" Guanglingzi took a breath and exclaimed in surprise.

He felt that this remnant soul was emitting a terrifying power that made his soul tremble.

"Three hundred years ago... you betrayed the Gods and used... your daughter as a vessel..."

Cai Wenshuang's voice suddenly became ethereal and vague, as if it came from another world.

Her body was trembling slightly, and the gold and black lines in her pupils were spinning even more crazily.

She slowly raised her hand and gently pressed the still beating heart onto the core of the divine pattern!
"boom!"

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

The core of the divine pattern burst out with dazzling light, with the golden and black lights intertwined and entangled to form a huge pillar of light that shot up into the sky, illuminating the entire underground palace.

In the light, a vague figure gradually emerged.

It was a woman, wearing a black robe, with a stern face and an inviolable majesty between her brows.

In her hand, she held an ancient long sword, and a faint light flowed on the sword.

"Xuannv?!" Taoist Qingfeng exclaimed and looked at the woman in disbelief.

“The God-killing Bureau… was originally intended to suppress the ancestral soul…”

Xuannu ignored everyone's shock. She slowly raised the sword in her hand, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the remaining soul of Ximu.

"cut!"

With a cold shout, Xuannv swung her sword and slashed down!

The sword flashed, as fast as lightning and unparalleled in sharpness.

"Do not--"

The remaining soul of Xi Mu let out a shrill scream, and the twisted black shadow was instantly torn apart by the sword light, turning into black spots and dissipating into the air.

Everything happened too fast and too suddenly.

Before anyone could react, Xi Mu's remaining soul had already turned to ashes.

"Sister... why did you abandon me back then..."

At this moment, Xi Wujiang's remaining soul suddenly moved!

His broken body seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and pounced towards Cai Wenshuang.

His speed was astonishingly fast, and he arrived in front of Cai Wenshuang almost instantly.

Those empty eyes stared at Cai Wenshuang, filled with resentment, unwillingness, and... a hint of imperceptible sadness.

"careful!"

Xi Yu cried out in surprise and tried to stop it, but it was too late.

The remaining soul of Xi Wujiang has already entangled Cai Wenshuang.

"Uh……"

Cai Wenshuang let out a painful groan, and her body began to tremble violently.

There was a look of pain on her face and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"Let her go!"

Xi Yu roared, drew the sword from his waist, and was about to rush forward.

"The God Killing Bureau... the real container... is..."

Suddenly, a cold voice came from the mouth of the deputy commander of the secret guards.

His eyes became empty and numb, as if he had lost his soul.

He slowly raised the sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword was actually pointing at Xuannv!
"what?!"

Everyone was shocked and looked at the deputy commander of the secret guards in disbelief.

Is he... is he crazy?!

"Your...mother...actually..."

Old Cai trembled as he took out half a jade pendant from his arms. He spoke in a hoarse and intermittent voice, his eyes unfocused, as if he was swallowed by endless memories.

He looked at the half jade pendant with tears streaming down his face, as if he saw a secret buried by time, a tragedy played a trick by fate.

And just as he said this intermittently, there was a barely perceptible fluctuation in Xuannu's eyes, as if she was shocked, but also as if... relieved?
Okay, let's continue this crazy journey!

Buckle up, because things are about to get *very* intense.

[Event occurred]
"Pfft!"

A muffled sound broke the strange stalemate.

It was not the crisp sound of swords clashing, nor the dull sound of bones breaking, but... the sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh and blood, the kind of sound that makes one's scalp tingle.

Everyone was stunned. They looked in the direction of the voice and saw Chisongzi, the Taoist priest who always seemed calm and aloof, actually... actually stabbed the sword in his hand into... his own heart!

Blood gushed out instantly, staining his white Taoist robe red.

His originally calm face was now twisted and full of pain, but more of it was... relief?
"Three...three hundred years ago...I..."

Chisongzi spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse and intermittent, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, with a strong smell of blood.

His body was shaking violently, as if he was in great pain, or as if he was struggling to break free from some kind of restraints.

His originally clear eyes became cloudy and bloodshot at this moment. He stared at Xi Yu and Cai Wenshuang with a complicated look, showing guilt, reluctance, relief, and... a hint of imperceptible madness.

As he spoke, a strange glow of blood began to appear from the wound on his chest.

The blood light grew brighter and brighter, enveloping him completely. It looked like a bloody cocoon or a fireball about to explode.

In the blood light, two blurry images emerged vaguely.

One picture is a delivery room.

In the delivery room, a weak woman was lying on the bed, sweating and pale, but her eyes were full of love and joy.

In her arms, she held a swaddling cloth, and inside the swaddling cloth was a newborn baby. The baby's cry was loud and clear.

This baby...is Xiyu!

Another scene, also a delivery room.

But this delivery room looks simple and dilapidated. It can even be said that it doesn’t look like a delivery room at all, but more like a... cave?
In the cave, an equally weak woman was lying on a simple straw bed. Her face was paler than the previous woman. It could even be said that it was pale and bloodless.

In her arms, she also held a swaddling cloth, and inside that swaddling cloth was also a newborn baby, but this baby seemed unusually quiet, even... without a single sound.

This baby...is Cai Wenshuang!
Two pictures flashed alternately, faster and faster, and clearer and clearer, as if two forgotten memories were being forcibly awakened.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
Two balls of flame suddenly burst out from Cai Wenshuang's heart!

One ball of gold, one ball of black.

The golden flame is hot and sacred, as if it can burn away all the evil in the world.

The black flames were cold and strange, as if they could devour all the light in the world.

Two balls of flame burned wildly in her chest, intertwining and entwining to form a huge vortex, emitting an aura of destruction.

"No! Reincarnation..."

A shrill scream came from the depths of the underground palace.

That is the voice of the remaining soul of Xi's ancestor!
His voice was filled with fear, despair, and... unwillingness!
But his screams were soon drowned out by the roar of the two flames.

The twisted black shadow, under the burning of the two flames, quickly twisted and deformed, and then... completely dissipated!
It's like it never appeared.

The core of the divine pattern, the originally indestructible core of the divine pattern, now seemed to have lost all its power and became fragile.

"Crack...knock..."

A slight cracking sound came from the core of the divine pattern.

then……

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the core of the divine pattern completely collapsed!
It turned into countless tiny fragments and flew everywhere.

Those fragments turned into a bloody rain in the air.

The blood rain was bloody, sticky, and carried a strong smell of blood, endless resentment and unwillingness, and... a curse that had been sealed for millions of years.

Blood rain fell from the sky, covering the entire imperial city...

In the darkness, a hoarse voice whispered, "It's begun..."

The blood rain was red and sticky, like a curse pouring down from the depths of the sky.

Every drop is filled with millions of years of resentment, unwillingness, and... the deeply suppressed madness.

The imperial city, the originally solemn and dignified center of power, was now completely shrouded in this sudden blood rain.

The palaces, streets, roofs... everything was dyed a shocking scarlet.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was nauseating and even heart-pounding.

"Boom——"

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

The originally indestructible core of the divine pattern suddenly collapsed completely, turning into countless fragments and flying everywhere.

And among the flying debris, a figure slowly emerged.

He is tall and straight, like a god from ancient times.

His black robe fluttered in the strong wind, further highlighting his cold and majestic aura.

His face was angular, as if it had been cut by a knife or an axe, but it carried an indescribable sense of vicissitudes and fatigue.

The Lord of the North Sea! The war god of the ancient gods finally showed up!
His deep eyes swept around and finally landed on the collapsed divine pattern core. His voice was low and hoarse, with a trembling of disbelief: "Three hundred years ago, you...you actually stole the blood contract..."

Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed drastically!

"puff--"

A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth.

He covered his chest, knelt on one knee, and his body shook violently as if he was in great pain.

The blood, as red as fire, dripped onto the ground, making a sizzling sound, as if it was going to burn through the ground.

At the same time, something strange happened to Cai Wenshuang in the distance!

Her originally clear eyes became cloudy at this moment.

The golden light and black lines intertwined and collided wildly in her pupils, as if to tear her eyeballs apart.

"what--"

She growled in pain, holding her head in her hands, her body shaking violently.

It felt like a thousand or ten thousand steel needles were piercing her mind at the same time, trying to completely shatter her soul.

"You...you actually have the remnant soul of Ximu in your body?!" She stared at Lord Bei Ming, her voice hoarse, almost squeezed out of her throat.

Every word was filled with endless pain and... disbelief!
At this moment, something strange happened again!
"Pfft-"

A slight sound, so faint in the chaos, but so... harsh!
The deputy commander of the secret guards, this always loyal personal guard of Xi Yu, at this moment, without hesitation, thrust the sword in his hand into his own throat!
Blood gushed out instantly, staining his clothes and the ground red.

There was no trace of pain on his face, but instead a kind of relief... calmness.

"The real... container... is... the blood... of the first birth... and..."

His voice was intermittent and so weak that it was almost inaudible.

But every word seemed to be squeezed out of the throat with all the strength in the body.

Before he could finish his words, his body fell to the ground with a loud bang.

"Om-"

A strange wave spread out from his body.

Blood mist filled the air.

In the blood mist, a vague phantom slowly emerged.

It was a baby, a newborn baby.

She was wrapped in swaddling clothes, with her eyes closed, and seemed to be still asleep.

But there was a strange light emanating from her body, a...heart-pounding light.

It was Cai Wenshuang! That was the phantom of Cai Wenshuang as a baby!
"Sister...you used my life...in exchange for her..."

A weak, plaintive voice suddenly sounded.

Xi Wujiang! It is the residual soul of Xi Wujiang!
He wrapped his arms around Cai Wenshuang's ankles, his voice filled with resentment and... unwillingness.

"Brother... the power of the Drama Mother's soul sealed in your body... is..."

Xuannu's voice came from a distance, with a hint of anxiety and...worry.

She waved the sword in her hand, trying to slash at Lord Bei Ming to stop the out-of-control power.

But, it's too late.

"enough!"

Cai Wenshuang suddenly raised her head, and black blood oozed from her eye sockets.

The blood was sticky, smelly, and had a suffocating evil smell.

"My blood... is the final container!"

Her voice was cold, decisive, and without a trace of emotion.

It was as if she had made the final decision, a decision...that could change everything!

Suddenly, a gust of wind rose from the ground, blowing Cai Wenshuang's long hair into all directions.

Her figure seemed so small in the strong wind, yet so...determined.

Xuannv’s eyes suddenly widened and she shouted anxiously, “Wenshuang, you…” The ground beneath their feet was shaking and the air was filled with the pungent smell of ozone.

A low roar split the sky, as if even the sky was protesting the chaos that was unfolding.

With a determined look on his face, Chisongzi plunged his sword deeply into the beating earth.

The blade hummed with a power both ancient and terrible, and sank into the ground like a hot knife through butter.

"Stop! The twin bloodlines merge..." His voice was strained by the effort, but he hadn't finished his words.

A silver light flashed, followed by a sickening thud, and Akamatsuko's body was split in half. The two halves fell on the bloodstained ground like discarded puppets.

The pungent smell of blood grew stronger, mixing with the sweet smell of the falling blood rain.

Bei Ming Zun Zhe stood beside the fallen Taoist priest, his face full of cold anger.

His eyes burned with cold flames as he quickly turned to Cai Wenshuang.

He opened his mouth to speak, but before any sound came out, the painful cry of the deputy commander of the secret guards echoed in the devastated land.

"Three hundred years ago you deliberately..." His ghostly form flickered, his voice hoarse and full of the bitterness of betrayal.

He stretched out a ghostly hand towards Bei Ming Zun Zhe, his fingers twisted into the shape of claws.

But his touch passed through Zunzhe in vain, and his accusation hung in the thick, bloody air.

Cai Wenshuang felt a sharp pain in her chest, which made it difficult for her to breathe.

She looked down and saw two chains, one black as midnight, the other bright as gold, coming out of her chest and piercing her heart.

The chains glowed eerily and pulsed in rhythmic time to her own frantically beating heart.

She tasted blood thick at the back of her throat.

"So brother..." She gasped, the words stuck in her throat.

The world blurred before her eyes, and the blood rain turned into a fuzzy mist.

The pungent smell of blood filled her nostrils, suffocating her.

She could feel the warm blood running down her chest, soaking her clothes.

Bei Ming Zun Zhe's ghostly form flickered like a candlelight suddenly blown by a gust of wind.

His raspy laugh filled the air.

"You finally realize that you are..." He suddenly stopped talking and his laughter got stuck in his throat.

The chains that bound Cai Wenshuang flashed with a sickening light, black and gold intertwined, coiling around her heart like a poisonous snake.

The ground beneath her feet shook and a low roaring sound came from the earth itself.

She could feel the power within her, a terrifying, unfamiliar energy that threatened to consume her completely.

There was an invisible force in the air and the fabric of reality seemed to bend and warp around her.

Her vision blurred and her ears echoed with deafening silence.

She was swaying, and her legs seemed like they would give out at any moment.

She reached out blindly, her fingers grasping at empty air.

A choked sob escaped her lips, and the sound was lost in the howling wind and the falling blood.

Then, everything fell into darkness. (End of this chapter)