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

Green miasma rolled and spread through the Valley of Broken Souls, thick poisonous fog blotted out the sky, and the air was filled with a nauseating stench.

Chen Xuan carried the broken sword, stained with dark red blood, in one hand, walking at the very front.

The black robes drew a cold, hard outline in the poisonous miasma, the sword tip dragged a deep white mark on the rock, and the ear-piercing scraping sound echoed in the deathly silent valley.

He trampled the withered bones along the way to pieces.

His other hand gripped Su Chang'an's wrist tightly, with astonishing force.

The warmth from the Soul-Nourishing Wood flowed continuously through his palms, and this long-lost real temperature made Chen Xuan tremble all over.

He dared not relax for a moment, fearing that if he loosened his grip, the red-clad woman before him, who possessed a physical form, would turn into a wisp of smoke and vanish, just like in the past.

He stared intently ahead, but his peripheral vision never left Su Chang'an for even a second.

The Chen family's collateral disciples followed closely behind, watching Chen Xuan's back surrounded by murderous aura. They all remained silent, not daring to even breathe loudly, for fear of disturbing this god of death.

At the back of the line, Ji Wuxie, bound hand and foot and being dragged along, was still writhing in impotent rage.

He twisted his body violently, the rough hemp rope chafing his skin until it bled, and stared at Chen Xuan's back with a face full of resentment, shouting wildly.

"Chen Xuan! You piece of trash abandoned by your family! Do you think you've won?"

"Let me tell you, my elder brother Ji Wushuang has already sensed the commotion here! He'll be descending upon this poisonous swamp soon! Then you'll all die!"

His hoarse voice sounded extremely abrupt in the valley as he struggled and cursed wildly, claiming that Ji Wushuang would skin Chen Xuan alive and make him wish he were dead.

To manipulate Ji Wuxie's mentality, he began to boast about Ji Wushuang's terrifying achievements.

"My eldest brother awakened his supreme divine physique at the age of three, and at ten, he slew powerful beings of higher ranks! Now, he is even more blessed by destiny, invincible among those of the same level!"

"His name is an invincible legend in Middle-earth!"

As the Chen family's collateral disciples listened to these terrifying legends from Central Continent and recalled Ji Wushuang's formidable reputation, their already pale faces turned deathly white.

A sense of despair spread through the ranks. Some people's hands, gripping their weapons, began to tremble, and the weapons clashed together with a crisp sound.

The morale of the entire team plummeted instantly, as if they had stepped into an abyss of death.

Chen Xuan, who was walking at the front, ignored Ji Wuxie's barking.

He didn't care at all about being a peerless genius blessed with destiny; all his attention was on Su Chang'an beside him.

That feeling of fear of loss constantly gripped his heart.

Suddenly, Chen Xuan stopped and turned around.

He stared intently at Su Chang'an with his bloodshot eyes, trying to find a flaw in the disguise of his inner demons in those familiar peach blossom eyes.

His chest heaved violently as he lowered his voice and probed in a language only the two of them could understand:

"The meat soup you used to make in that cave always had an ounce of salt missing."

His voice trembled uncontrollably as he awaited an answer that could either plunge him into hell or pull him back to earth.

Upon hearing this probing question, Su Chang'an rolled his eyes dramatically.

Without any hesitation, she raised her other hand and slapped Chen Xuan hard on the back.

The crisp sound of the slap echoed loudly in the Valley of Broken Souls.

"Bullshit!" Su Chang'an retorted loudly, her face full of disgust. "I deliberately added half a spoonful of ginger to the soup to cover up the fishy smell of the fox tail!"

"Also, when you were five, you wet the bed in the middle of the night. To avoid me finding out, you hid the soaked blanket in a crack in the rocks. Who stayed up all night to secretly get up and wash you?"

Her eyes were filled with the helplessness and indulgence of an elderly father looking at his mentally challenged son.

Upon hearing this shocking secret, the Chen family disciples following behind wanted to laugh but dared not, their faces turning red and their bodies trembling.

Now, they had no more doubts about the identity of this "Red-Clad Ancestor".

Ji Wuxie's venomous shouts seemed extremely comical in this bizarre family drama atmosphere.

He was completely ignored, his mouth agape but unable to utter a sound, staring blankly at the two oddballs in front of him who were completely unpredictable.

Chen Xuan's breathing instantly became extremely rapid.

He gripped Su Chang'an's wrist tightly, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

The crimson in his eyes grew even more intense, and tears welled up in his eyes.

In a hoarse, almost broken voice, he asked the question that had been weighing on his heart:

"Who...who are you? Don't lie to me...please stop lying to me."

He carried an almost pleading stubbornness, his eyes filled with a longing and fear for the truth, as if afraid that this was just another illusion that would shatter upon waking.

Looking at his son, who was tormented by longing and despair to the point of being unrecognizable as a madman, Su Chang'an completely abandoned his mockery.

She gripped Chen Xuan's hand tightly, her grip taut over his hand, which was covered in old sword wounds.

Those beautiful peach blossom eyes were filled with undisguised heartache.

She looked directly into Chen Xuan's eyes and declared, word by word:

"Stop guessing. I am Su Chang'an, no doubt about it."

"Dad's back."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unquestionable certainty.

These words, carrying a power that pierced the soul, struck directly into Chen Xuan's already ravaged sea of ​​consciousness.

Years of self-torture were completely washed away by immense ecstasy at this moment!

Chen Xuan froze on the spot, and the tears he had been holding back suddenly burst forth, silently sliding down his pale cheeks.

He suddenly spread his arms wide, and with a resolute air, lunged forward fiercely.

He wanted to hold this treasure, which he had lost and found again, tightly in his arms, using his body heat to confirm the real touch of it!

However, just as Chen Xuan was about to embrace Su Chang'an, a sudden change occurred!

Above the Valley of Broken Souls, the thick, viscous green miasma was forcibly torn apart by an extremely dazzling golden divine light!

The blinding light instantly illuminated the entire dark valley.

A terrifying pressure far exceeding the limit of the Transformation Realm, carrying an absolute domineering and destructive aura, crashed down like a hundred thousand mountains!

"Snap—!"

The towering ancient trees around them were broken off one by one, and the hard rocky ground was cracked inch by inch.

The Chen family's collateral disciples were no match for this overwhelming attack. They all coughed up a mouthful of blood and slammed their knees heavily onto the rocks, the sound of bones cracking clearly audible.

Bound behind him, Ji Wuxie sensed that familiar aura and was instantly overjoyed, roaring with all his might:

"Big brother, save me!!!"

"Such pure Celestial Fox essence... Chen Xuan, I, this divine son, will gladly accept you as my demonic pet."

A cold, aloof voice, like that of a god, rolled down from the sky, shaking the entire void of Broken Soul Valley.

The moment he heard those words, the tenderness in Chen Xuan's eyes vanished, replaced by extreme violence!

He pulled Su Chang'an behind him and protected him tightly.

"Buzz—!"

The broken sword in his hand suddenly erupted with black, murderous aura that could tear the sky apart!

Chen Xuan suddenly looked up, staring intently at the golden-armored figure radiating the blazing sunlight in the sky.

Even in the dust, sparks can be hidden; in the ordinary, legends can be born!

His body was brimming with killing intent, like a demon crawling out of hell, exuding a terrifying aura that could kill gods and Buddhas alike!

"Who do you think you are, to dare touch her?!"