Transforming into a stunningly beautiful fox spirit, leaving a scar on the heart of a prodigy.

Ghost Cry Valley.

At the bottom of the crater, the Imperial Advisor's knife had pierced extremely deep.

Blood gushed out from the shards of the dagger, soaking the piece of clothing on his chest.

She didn't feel any pain.

Pain is something I've endured for three hundred years; it's nothing to me anymore.

She only feels cold now, which is the body's instinctive reaction after the blood has flowed out.

The "phoenix" in the sky stopped.

He controlled the monk's body, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, one red and one gold.

He hadn't expected this fox spirit to be so fierce.

Even more unexpectedly, the remnant will of the dead within the monk's body reacted so strongly.

Just a moment ago, he was almost overwhelmed by the monk's obsession.

"idiot."

Huang coldly uttered two words.

He wanted to move, to continue trying to capture that exquisitely intelligent heart in the capital.

It can't be done manually.

The hand that had just tried to strangle the Imperial Advisor was now digging its nails into its thigh, the nails digging into the flesh.

"Monk, you piece of trash."

The phoenix roared in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"He's about to die, what are you still clinging to? This body is mine now, I can kill whomever I want!"

He desperately mobilized his spiritual power, trying to suppress it.

Bottom of the pit.

The Imperial Advisor, supporting himself on the sharp rock, slowly stood up.

Her body swayed violently, like withered grass in the wind.

The blood is still flowing.

But a sliver of color returned to her face; it was a final burst of life before death.

"Didn't you want a heart?"

The Imperial Advisor, panting, looked at the man in the sky.

She raised her hand, her fingertips stained with the hot blood from her heart.

"I'll give it to you."

She began drawing symbols in mid-air.

It is neither a Taoist talisman nor a Buddhist incantation.

It is a forbidden technique of the fox clan.

With each stroke, a sweet, metallic scent filled the air. The blood talisman didn't dissipate; instead, it gathered and thickened, eventually transforming into a grotesque, ghostly face.

The Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox clan has nine lives.

But there is another explanation.

The nine lives return to one; by offering this sacrifice, gods and demons may be dragged down with them.

"What are you going to do?"

Phoenix sensed something was wrong.

A chilling aura locked onto him.

Or rather, it locked onto this body.

"What are you doing?"

The Imperial Advisor smiled.

She reached up and pulled the wooden hairpin from her hair bun. Her hair fell down, covering half of her blood-stained face.

"I failed to marry him three hundred years ago."

"I sewed and took apart that wedding dress, took it apart and sewed it again, but I was never satisfied with anything about it."

"I've figured it out today."

"The wedding dress doesn't have to be sewn."

The red robes of the Imperial Preceptor suddenly burst into flames.

It's not fire.

It is blood and qi.

She burned her own essence, burning the demonic power of her nine tails.

A surge of blood energy churned and coalesced on her body.

It was a bright red wedding dress.

Wearing a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, with tassels hanging down her shoulders.

However, this wedding dress was made of blood, so red it was glaring, so red it made people want to cry.

"A-Jiu..."

The man in the sky suddenly uttered this sound.

This time, it wasn't Huang's voice.

He is a bhikkhu.

The voice was weak, trembling, and filled with endless panic.

"No...don't do this..."

The monk's obsession was struggling madly.

He didn't want to see her die.

"Shut up."

The Imperial Advisor cursed.

With a light touch of her toes, she transformed into a streak of red blood and soared into the sky.

This time, no thunderbolts stopped her.

Even the Heavenly Dao was stunned by this resolute will to die.

The phoenix panicked.

He sensed the threat of death.

It wasn't aimed at his soul, but at his physical body.

This body, belonging to a great sage, is the vessel through which he descended to earth.

If it's destroyed, it will be like a tree without roots, destined to become a lonely ghost.

"Get out of here!"

The phoenix roared in fury.

He forcefully regained control of his right hand and slapped it at the rushing Imperial Advisor.

The palm strike was fierce, carrying the pressure of a quasi-emperor.

The space itself was shattered.

But the Imperial Advisor did not dodge.

She charged straight at the palm strike.

boom!

My shoulder is broken.

Bone fragments pierced through the skin and flesh, protruding from the outside.

But she didn't even frown.

Using the momentum, she threw herself into the man's arms.

They held on tightly.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and clasped her hands behind his back.

The fingernail dug into the flesh.

Flesh and blood are intertwined.

"Got you?"

The Imperial Advisor whispered in his ear.

The blood-red wedding dress on her body began to spread to the man.

The blood energy seemed to have a life of its own, seeping into the man's pores.

"Death together."

This is the most vicious, yet also the most affectionate, curse of the fox clan.

I would give my life to save you.

Once I die, you won't live either.

"You're insane! You're a madman!"

The phoenix screamed in terror.

He sensed it.

This body is dying.

The heartbeat begins to stop, the blood begins to congeal, and the veins begin to break inch by inch.

This woman is trying to drag this body down to hell with her!

"Let go! Let go now!"

The phoenix struggled desperately.

He punched the national advisor in the back and kneed her in the stomach.

Every blow was a heavy one.

Blood kept gushing from the Imperial Advisor's mouth.

But her hands seemed to be attached to the man's body, remaining completely still.

"Bhikkhu"

She buried her head in the crook of the man's neck, her voice very soft.

"Do I look good in my wedding dress?"

The fire started.

It is neither ordinary fire nor foxfire.

It is the karmic fire that burns from the very bones.

The blood-stained wedding gown worn by the Imperial Advisor became the best lamp oil, enveloping both of them inside.

From a distance, it looks like a red lotus blooming in mid-air.

"ah--!"

Phoenix let out a mournful scream.

This fire cannot burn his soul, but it can destroy his foundation.

This monk's body was a vessel he had painstakingly prepared and cultivated over three hundred years. He even devoured a portion of the monk's remnant soul in order to achieve perfect fusion.

Now, this body has become a cage.

The Imperial Preceptor's blood curse locked down all vital energy.

He couldn't escape even if he wanted to.

They could only watch helplessly as the skin and flesh gradually charred and peeled off.

"Get out! Get out of my body!"

The phoenix roared.

He mobilized the divine soul power of a quasi-emperor, intending to directly shatter the soul of the Grand Preceptor.

hum!

A golden halo suddenly lit up around the two of them.

That is the fate of the nation.

The national fortune of the Great Zhou Dynasty, which had previously been absorbed by the Phoenix, has now turned against it.

The golden light of national fortune enveloped the two of them, suppressing Huang's spiritual attack.

"How is that possible..."

The phoenix was stunned.

"This is the destiny of the Great Zhou Dynasty! I am a monk, I am the founding emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty! This destiny should be in my hands!"

You're wrong.

The Imperial Advisor raised his head.

Her face was burned beyond recognition, only her eyes remained lit.

"The fate of this nation is determined by the monks."

"It's not you, you monster who's been resurrected."

She stared intently into the man's eyes.

"Let him out."

"You're dreaming!" Huang roared. "He's long dead! I devoured him!"

"Yeah?"

The Imperial Advisor sneered.

She suddenly bit the man's shoulder.

That bite was extremely fierce.

Tear off a piece, skin and all.

Fresh blood gushed out.

The blood wasn't red; it had a faint golden sheen.

That is the primordial essence and blood of a monk.

"Monk!"

The Imperial Advisor, his mouth full of blood and flesh, let out a hoarse cry.

"How long are you going to hide?!"

"Are you really going to let your wife travel alone?!"

This shout pierced through flesh and blood, through karmic fire, and exploded directly in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness.

The man's body stiffened abruptly.

Those crazed, violent, and greedy eyes suddenly froze.

The reddish-gold color began to fade.

It's like the tide receding, revealing the rocks underneath.

Those were warm eyes, filled with endless sorrow.

Black pupils.

They are no longer gods who are high above.

He was just a scholar who had made a mistake.

"A-Jiu..."

The man spoke.

His voice was hoarse, and trembling with tears.

He looked down at the woman in his arms, who was almost burned to a crisp.

Looking at her tattered, blood-red wedding dress.

"I...I'm late."

The monk raised his hand.

His hands were burning, and his finger bones were showing.

But he still gently, very gently, placed it on the Grand Preceptor's back.

Even though the place was already charred black.

"fool."

The Imperial Advisor smiled.

Blood flowed down the corner of his mouth and dripped onto the monk's chest.

"It's not too late."

"Perfect."

She released her grip on the monk's back and instead cupped his face in her hands.

Even though this face has become unrecognizable.

"Does it hurt?" she asked.

"It doesn't hurt."

The monk shook his head.

My heart aches.

"Should."

The imperial advisor cursed, but tears fell from his eyes. They were instantly dried by the fire.

"Who told you to make me wait for three hundred years?"

"Who told you to play the hero and insist on carrying the burden alone?"

"Don't do it again next time..."

The monk's body trembled.

He could feel the monster inside him retaliating fiercely.

Phoenix wants to regain control.

"roll!"

The monk roared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"This is my body! This is my wife!"

"Try touching her!"

He burned away the last remnant of his soul.

That was the last trump card.

It was originally meant to be kept for the purpose of prolonging one's life or being reincarnated.

Now, everything's ordered.

The fire escalated rapidly.

The originally dark red karmic fire turned into pure white.

That's the color of a burning soul.

"No--!"

The phoenix screamed in despair.

He could feel it; his body was completely collapsing.

Along with this, the fate of the Great Zhou Dynasty was also severed at this moment.

He was isolated.

Trapped in this burning cage.

"Ah Jiu".

The monk ignored the madman.

He lowered his head, his forehead touching that of the Imperial Preceptor.

Nose tip to nose tip.

Even if the flesh has been burned away, leaving only bones.

"This wedding dress is so beautiful."

He said.

"In your next life, wear it for me sooner."

The Imperial Advisor closed his eyes.

She is tired.

I'm really tired.

They guarded the capital for three hundred years, and they guarded this fox for three hundred years.

Finally, I can take a break.

"it is good."

She responded softly.

"In our next life, you'll be a fox, and I'll be a scholar."

"It's my turn... to come find you."

boom!

The white flames engulfed everything.

Two figures merged into one in the firelight.

They could no longer distinguish one from the other.

There were no screams.

Only two hearts beat at the same frequency at the very last moment.

thump.

thump.

thump.

The last heartbeat stopped.

Only a cloud of white ash remained in the air.

The wind blows.

scattered.

【Butterfly Loves Flowers - Blood Wedding】

Thunder roared across the sky last night, I climbed alone to the top of the tower, gazing at the moon over Chang'an until it disappeared from sight.

A red dress, a symbol of bloodshed; her life, though extinguished, is an eternal flame.

My heart has been hardened for three hundred years; even if I turn to ashes, I will never part from you.

I have nowhere to express my longing; I am bound to the netherworld and the heavens, where we are both covered in ice and snow