The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 510 A Tug-of-War Across Time, Defying Fate
On the dazzling golden cocoon, countless mysterious runes appeared and disappeared on their own, while within the cocoon, destruction and rebirth were happening simultaneously.

Lang Jiuchuan is like a butterfly trying to break free of its cocoon. If it can be reborn and transform into a butterfly, it will rot inside the cocoon and turn into dust.

Within this dragon vein space, from the moment she activated the dragon energy, the immense dragon energy violently washed over her meridians, flesh, and bones, causing her body, which was already unable to bear her soul, to crack and shatter like porcelain under this intense impact.

Lang Jiuchuan's mind raced, and his hand seals changed rapidly. He used the power he had gained from nourishing his soul over the past few months to integrate into his physical body, infusing it with pure vitality. He continuously reorganized and reshaped it, and the destruction and rebirth of every inch of flesh brought excruciating pain, comparable to being slowly sliced ​​to death. His soul also suffered excruciating pain.

To reshape one's true form is not a simple repair, but a complete destruction and reconstruction. It is to truly shed all the old shells that belonged to the original owner and forge a perfect, truly her own, new Dao body that is perfectly in harmony with her soul.

The so-called tribulation of severing the body and soul is not much different!

Even so, Lang Jiuchuan dared not hold back in the slightest, pouring all his Daoist essence into it, gradually rebuilding his shattered body and allowing his soul to reside within it.

However, something strange happened suddenly.

hum!
A cold and powerful will crashed in, striking her cocoon of light, attempting to stop her from absorbing the dragon's breath and to sever her hope of life.

It was domineering and powerful, carrying supreme majesty, mobilizing the power of the dragon vein, and twisting towards the cocoon of light with all its might, mercilessly crushing and annihilating it.

Lang Jiuchuan felt a pressure on his soul, almost unable to breathe, and his strength became sluggish.

She is at a vulnerable moment of transition between the old and the new. If she allows this force of will to crush and stifle her repeatedly, all her previous efforts will be destroyed, and she will perish both in body and spirit.

And this will...

She suddenly opened her eyes, her clear pupils filled with icy coldness. This will was not unfamiliar, but rather very familiar; it was the restrictive power sealed within the soul of the Rong family head, and it belonged to that person.

That familiar stranger!

Her master is the current Imperial Preceptor, Tantai Qing!
As her soul returned and merged, Lang Jiuchuan's memories gradually returned. What she could not forget and was most familiar with was this will. Her power had also continued a bit of it, so why was she not familiar with it?
A cold smile appeared on Lang Jiuchuan's lips. "Master, what should I do? We are not on the same path, so we cannot work together. Your rebellious disciple, from the moment you made your move, severed the bond between master and disciple."

"I want to live, and even Master can't stop me!" she murmured, her hand seals changing as she used her soul to draw upon the surging dragon energy around her, letting out a clear and melodious long cry.

Hidden in a corner of the space, Fengya silently withdrew his hand, stood with his hands behind his back, and coldly glanced at the void. He did not interfere, did not break the rules, and could not be touched!

He looked at the cocoon of light again, his lips slightly pursed, his lips moving slightly. If he couldn't make it through, he would chase her all the way to the Nine Netherworlds and tear her to pieces. After all, he had wasted so much soul power, and it would have been a huge loss for him to fail at the last moment.

As Lang Jiuchuan changed his hand seals, a roar like that of a dragon resounded throughout the entire dragon vein space, causing countless dragons, which seemed to have been sleeping for a long time, to awaken. Because their slumber was broken, they became frenzied and violent. Golden dragon-shaped earth vein energy roared and soared into the sky from all directions. They frantically swept towards that will, like a raging mother dragon attacking the intruder who had suddenly broken in.

More importantly, that will already contained a trace of the pulse's energy, which was directly identified by this dragon vein as a thief. If it dared to trespass again, it would be a provocation. Stealing is shameful, and thieves should be killed!

This is the dragon vein's protection and resistance to its territory, its rejection and elimination of intruders.

The dragon twisted and lashed out at that will, forcibly stripping away the very lifeblood that it possessed—life that had always belonged to it. The backlash was swift and merciless!
As soon as the two forces collided, the energy raged wildly like a storm, causing the space to tremble and a large number of stalactites to break and fall.

Lang Jiuchuan snorted, steadily supporting his physical body with his spiritual power, his ten fingers rapidly forming hand seals.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the void, the Grand Preceptor also let out a muffled groan, his soul pierced by a sharp pain, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were filled with horror. Where was she? In the dragon veins of Da Dan, was there any place he had missed?

If the dragon vein's energy could backfire on him and damage his foundation, then it must be a place with extremely pure and yang dragon energy. Could it be the core eye of the dragon vein?
A calculating glint flashed in the Grand Preceptor's eyes. He stopped trying to attack and changed his technique. With a thought, he endured the excruciating pain in his soul and followed the aura at high speed.

He needs to find this core!

He stopped attacking, which surprised Lang Jiuchuan. He was about to press his advantage, but then, as if he had thought of something, he immediately withdrew his attack technique, forcibly cut off the energy here, and then combined all his power into one and fully activated his cultivation technique.

If we don’t fight now, when will we fight?
"The body is naturally formed, the spirit and soul are one, I am the only true self!" she exclaimed softly.

The dragon vein's essence tightly enveloped the cocoon of light, crushing and penetrating it, with a crack and a puff.

Flesh and bones cracked and splintered under the pressure, yet the force regenerated them. In Lang Jiuchuan's mind, scenes from his past and present lives flashed by like a revolving lantern: the past innocence and reverence, the later betrayal and bitter conflict, the loss of control over his body, the agony of his soul scattering, the confusion of being reborn, the joy of vengeance, and now—

A resolute determination to break free from all constraints and take control of one's own destiny!
She wants to defy fate and be reborn from the ashes!
An extremely dazzling beam of light descended from the sky, striking her cocoon of light and bursting out with white light like the sun. Immediately afterwards, a grand and indifferent voice, as if descending from the heavens through the beam of light, resounded at the core of her soul.

"Foolish child, why cultivate? Why be reborn? Who are you? What is the purpose of the Tao?"

All the past events flashed through my mind, then vanished like smoke, leaving only calm. My heart ached with emotion, and I replied, "Cultivation is not for immortality, but for achieving freedom and ease. Resurrection is only to settle the score of cause and effect, to set things right, and to comfort all living beings. I am not a fool. I am Jiuchuan, where mountains stop and rivers flow, and cranes cry in the marshes. My path is such that even if there are thousands of people, I will go."

The questioning of the Daoist heart points directly to the origin.

Her answer was without the slightest hesitation, but rather firm, decisive, and pure, without a trace of confusion.

boom!
The pillar of light crashed down on the light cocoon, and the power of the Heavenly Dao Laws of the world surged wildly into her body, forcing the light cocoon to spin at an extremely high speed until it cracked.

Bang.

The cocoon of light shattered, transforming into a sky full of golden rain and mist.

In the rain and mist, a brand new, slender and graceful figure stood proudly in mid-air.

Meanwhile, the Imperial Preceptor, who was tracing the dragon vein of this place, did not have time to retract his supernatural powers before he suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood and flew backward.

(End of this chapter)