Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 66 Transformation
"A mere cub dares to challenge me?"

The python's fangs pierced the fox's neck, and lapis lazuli blood splattered, covering the cellar walls.

The snow fox let out a low, hoarse wail, its breath weakening at a visible rate. It struggled, but ultimately could not withstand the terrifying power, and the light in its fox eyes dimmed little by little.

Wang Lin stood not far away, his face ashen, but his feet firmly planted on the ground. The aura of the blood python was too oppressive; even if he wanted to help, he was powerless.

"Damn it..." he growled through gritted teeth, but could only watch helplessly.

Chu Ning's eyes were bloodshot, and the magic seal in his arms appeared on its own. The golden headband suddenly became hot, as if it sensed the struggle of his bloodline.

"Xiaoxue!!!"

He roared as he slashed his palm, blood gushing out and sliding down his fingertips, drawing a line of blood in the air before precisely seeping into the totem on the snow fox's forehead.

That totem was once the sacred seal of the Snow Fox Clan, but now it is dim and lifeless, as if it has been dormant for many years.

However, the touch of blood seemed to awaken some dormant power. The fox totem trembled slightly, and a faint light appeared at the site of the old wound. The snow fox's body shuddered slightly, and its eyes, which had been about to close, suddenly opened.

A pair of star-like pupils reflected the Milky Way in reverse.

Wang Lin's pupils contracted: "How is that possible?"

The power of the earth's veins suddenly began to flow, and the fox totem was fully awakened. Azure light surged out from the wound, instantly enveloping Chu Ning's blood, and then climbed up the snow fox's limbs and torso like spring vines, gentle yet unstoppable.

Snow Fox looked down at the familiar bloodstains, then glanced at Chu Ning, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

Wang Lin's gaze narrowed slightly as he sensed a subtle change in the atmosphere within the cellar.

The moment the blue light covered the tip of the snow fox's tail, the entire cellar fell silent, as if all noise had been cut off.

Immediately afterwards, a distant and ancient chant arose, like a fox clan sacrificial song passed down from time immemorial, drifting out from the void.

The snow fox suddenly stood upright, its hind leg bones remodeling, its forepaws transforming into slender five fingers, and the remaining downy fur encircling its skin like silver gloves. Its facial bones emitted a clear, jade-like sound, its fox snout retracting into a delicate nose tip, and ice crystal patterns emerging from the corners of its lips, both chilling and holy.

It was a kind of... mutation involving the reconstruction of bloodlines.

Chu Ning stared blankly at the fox before him—no, no longer a simple fox—it was a noble spirit, a true awakened member of the fox clan's bloodline.

The most astonishing change occurred behind them—nine phantom tails intertwined to form a halo of light. As the halo rotated, the entire earth's veins in Qingyang County trembled, and the sleeping fox tombs lit up with a corresponding azure light.

In the instant the swirling vortex of wind and snow exploded, Chu Ning saw a slender figure emerge from the ice. Her silver hair cascaded down to her ankles, the ends of which were covered with tiny ice crystals, scattering stardust with each step. The tips of her ears still retained downy hairs, and the missing part of her right ear was filled with blue flames, within which the faint phantom of ten thousand foxes paying homage could be seen.

Her vertical pupils had morphed into magnificent sapphire-like shapes, and with a flicker of her gaze, the lingering vengeful spirits of the cellar knelt in worship. When she spoke, her voice was a blend of a young girl's clear tone and an old woman's hoarse murmur: "Wang Lin, do you know..." Her fingertips traced the ice sword, "A blood debt must be repaid in blood, a fight to the death."

The sword reflected her face: her brows were like distant snow-capped mountains, her eyes like stars reflected in a cold pool; her beauty, which should have been breathtaking, was marred by two bloody tear lines at the corners of her eyes—marks etched by hatred. The nine-tailed halo suddenly contracted into a cloak, upon which thousands of fox spirits howled in unison as she pointed her sword at Wang Lin.

In the cellar, the ancient songs of the fox clan rose higher and higher, like a call that transcended time and space. Frost rose from the earth's veins, gradually devouring the broken floor tiles, and the temperature rapidly dropped below freezing.

Wang Lin was overjoyed, as if the long-awaited sacrifice was finally under his control: "Good! Good! The chaotic essence blood of the sacred beast when it took human form is worth ten thousand living souls!"

His eyes turned bloodshot, and he suddenly tore open the flesh and blood on his chest, revealing a blood-red compass embedded between his sternum. The compass seemed to be alive, and after dripping blood, it greedily devoured the flesh and blood, its pointer spinning wildly, pointing deep into the earth's veins.

"Chirp—"

A low groan from the underworld echoed, and the next moment, a tidal wave of wails rose from the earth, all ghosts fell silent, their resentment filling the sky. It was the remnant soul of the sacrificed, awakened by Wang Lin.

Enraged, Chu Ning lashed out with his rusty knife, the golden headband gleaming brightly on his forehead.

"stop it!!"

He was about to charge forward with his knife when he was stopped by a brute force.

Li Jing'an appeared out of nowhere, gripping Chu Ning's wrist like an iron clamp, his expression grave: "If you get close now, you'll be torn apart by the chaotic storm! Look—" He pointed forward.

As the girl's transformation drew to a close, chaotic energy waves surrounded her, and icy winds lashed out like blades, even forcing back the blood compass array surrounding Wang Lin.

“That’s… the ‘Reverse Storm’ that only newly transformed demon spirits possess. Anyone who gets close will be torn apart, have their souls stripped, and be crushed.” Li Jing’an said in a low voice, “She is completing the reshaping of her bloodline.”

"boom--"

As the last wisp of blue light gathered, the girl opened her eyes.

The cellar was now a prison of ice and frost. Crystalline icicles hung from the dome, and swirling cold mist froze the blood pool and time itself.

The girl's bare feet touched the ground, and blue lotuses bloomed spontaneously beneath them. She seemed to have stepped out of mythology, both sacred and aloof.

Her gaze slowly swept over everyone, and when she looked at Chu Ning, a familiar tenderness and affection suddenly appeared in her eyes, like that little snow fox that had once nestled in his arms.

But in an instant, that gentleness was swallowed up by the flames of hatred, and the silver light in his pupils turned into ice blades.

Chu Ning was slightly taken aback, his lips parted slightly, but he didn't know whether to call her "Xiao Xue" or another name.

Seeing this, Wang Lin grinned maliciously and slammed the Blood Compass down again.

"Here, have a familiar greeting gift for you!"

The earth's veins suddenly roared.

Eighty-one phantom fox corpses burst from the ground, their broken bodies, shattered fox faces, and lingering clan markings... These were the descendants of the Holy Spirit whom he had slaughtered at the fox clan's sacrificial site years ago.

At this moment, however, they roared and howled like puppets, their limbs twisting as they lunged at the saintess.

"Aren't you the Holy Son? Come, see how the very people you protect are coming to bite you with their own hands!"

The mournful howls of the fox spirits echoed through the cellar, their anger, wails, and pain converging into a dead sea.

The girl stood in the center of the ice lotus, gazing at the familiar yet strange souls, tears of blood silently streaming from her heterochromatic eyes.

Tears of lapis lazuli condensed into frost crystals.

She raised her hand, and a longsword of ice crystal slowly appeared in her palm. The blade was as transparent as a mirror, yet it reflected the sorrowful faces of countless fox spirits.

His movements were light and agile like a dance, yet his sword intent was fierce and ruthless.

She murmured softly, as if bidding farewell to the departed souls:

——"Frost Sky·Burial Moon."

The three fox-corpse puppets that were the first to pounce on Qinglian were suddenly frozen in place before they could even open their mouths.

The girl slightly turned her wrist, and flicked the tip of the Qingli sword.

"Ding."

A chill pierced the air, instantly freezing the three fox corpses, their forms solidifying into crystalline ice sculptures.

Her gaze was lowered, as if she were looking at three children from her former tribe. With a gentle flick of her finger, the tip of her sword touched the ice sculpture.

"Click."

The ice sculpture shattered into countless fragments, but instead of dissipating, they transformed into a sky full of phosphorescent flames that slowly rose.

(End of this chapter)