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

Chen Xuan held Su Chang'an's hand, his right hand carrying a heavy sword.

The sword tip pierced through the two massive bronze doors ahead, and a dull groan echoed at the end of the passage.

Chen Mu and dozens of other collateral relatives gripped their weapons tightly, not daring to even breathe, and followed closely behind the two.

Stepping across the threshold, the view suddenly opens up.

This is an extremely spacious outer hall, with fist-sized luminous pearls embedded in the ceiling, illuminating the surroundings as bright as day.

Several stone pillars, each requiring ten people to encircle, lay scattered on the ground, which was paved with neat green jade bricks.

In the very center, there is a recessed white jade pool, about ten feet square.

The liquid in the pool had mostly dried up, leaving only a thin layer of dark red blood plasma at the bottom.

The blood plasma moved automatically without any wind, churning and bubbling with viscous bubbles.

A terrifying pressure from a Great Saint Realm expert spread out along with the blood energy.

Chen Mugang took a step forward, but his knees suddenly buckled.

The oppressive force was like a mountain, forcing him to kneel on the jade bricks.

The other collateral descendants also knelt down one after another, their strength to even look up at the blood pool was forcibly taken away.

Chen Xuan stopped in his tracks, his back ramrod straight, enduring the oppressive aura without retreating even half a step.

But a sharp pain shot through his chest. He released Su Chang'an's hand and clutched the spot where his Supreme Bone had once grown.

The flesh and blood there were convulsing wildly; it was a resonance of destiny.

On the jade stone at the edge of the pool, there was a pool of purple blood. The bloodstains stretched all the way to the bottom of the pool.

"Chen Tianyou's aura." Chen Xuan's voice was deep and chilling.

He recognized the aura of that domineering body.

Chen Tianyou fell into the Dragon Burial Pit and triggered the teleportation array using the mark of the severed arm, landing here first.

The pool of imperial blood essence had been mostly absorbed by the supreme bone that originally belonged to him.

Su Chang'an shook his slightly sore wrist.

She stepped forward, extending a wisp of her divine sense to scan the remaining blood at the bottom of the pool, her brows instantly furrowing.

Within the emperor's blood aura, there was an extremely subtle fluctuation. That was the primordial aura belonging to the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox clan.

The aura was faint, but it could not escape the perception of those of the same bloodline.

Is this emperor a fox spirit? Or was his ancestor drained of blood by a nine-tailed fox?

Su Chang'an inwardly groaned. She glanced at the pool, then at Chen Xuan; something about this was strange.

Chen Xuan released his hand from his chest.

He carried his sword and walked towards the white jade pool without hesitation.

"Big brother, don't touch it!" Chen Mu shouted despite the oppressive aura.

The Emperor's blood was incredibly violent; without special secret techniques to guide it, the body would be burst apart the moment it came into contact with the blood.

Su Chang'an kicked a piece of gravel, interrupting Chen Mu's words.

"Shut up. Just watch."

She knew her son's temper all too well. If Chen Tianyou could take the pill, Chen Xuan would never back down an inch.

Chen Xuan stepped into the blood pool.

Dark red blood, as if alive, climbed up his trouser leg.

The violent power transformed into countless invisible steel needles, piercing his skin and brutally drilling into his meridians.

Chen Xuan gritted his teeth and didn't utter a sound.

He plunged the black greatsword upside down into the center of the blood pool, gripped the hilt with both hands, and sat cross-legged.

Black baleful energy surged forth from his body, colliding violently with the dark red imperial blood.

His damaged Dao foundation cracked with a teeth-grinding sound under the impact of blood and qi.

Chen Xuan bit his tongue and frantically activated the Supreme Forgetfulness Technique, which reversed its previous state.

He had already mastered this technique into a domineering method of entering the Dao through emotion. He forcibly pulled the imperial blood from the bottom of the pool into his meridians, letting the blood plasma burn away the impurities in his body.

The sound of bones breaking came from Chen Xuan's body, and the intense pain caused his facial muscles to contort slightly.

He gripped the sword hilt tightly. The empty space in his chest was forcibly filled with imperial blood.

A nascent bone, radiating a red glow, is growing wildly within the flesh and blood.

The greatsword emitted an excited hum.

The cracks on the surface of the sword opened up, swallowing the blood plasma from the bottom of the pool.

The originally pure black sword now shows streaks of dark red blood.

The black greatsword completely shed its ordinary iron texture, drained the Emperor's remaining blood, and completed a dimensional ascension.

Chen Xuan's aura rose steadily, and his cultivation level stabilized at the early stage of the Great Saint Realm.

The strength of their physical bodies has more than doubled.

*Crack.* The last drop of blood plasma at the bottom of the pool disappeared, and the white jade array eye shattered.

A blinding white light burst forth from the bottom of the array's core.

The white light spread out in a ring, instantly engulfing Chen Xuan.

Su Chang'an was closest, and she didn't even try to dodge. The white light swept across, engulfing her along with it.

Chen Mu and the others on the periphery were thrown back by the white light and crashed heavily to the edge of the main hall.

When they got up, covered in dust and dirt, the center of the blood pool was empty.

Chen Xuan and Su Chang'an disappeared.

Chen Xuan opened his eyes.

The surrounding scenery had completely changed. There were no more jade bricks, no more collapsed stone pillars.

This was a huge altar made of black stone. A torrential rain was falling, and the icy rain lashed his face.

He looked down at his hands.

My hands have gotten smaller.

He tried to move, but his arms were firmly nailed to the stone pillar by iron chains as thick as his wrists.

Three years old. The ancestral home of the Chen family in Zhongzhou.

The Emperor's Inquiry Array. Chen Xuan instantly realized.

This is a deadly trap that strikes at the deepest fears of the soul. If one gets lost within the trap, their soul will perish, and their physical body will turn into withered bones.

A figure approached from ahead. He wore a long purple-gold robe and had a dignified appearance.

His biological father.

He held a gleaming boning knife in his hand.

Standing beside him was a child with an arrogant expression. Chen Tianyou.

"Xuan'er, your very bones were born to pave the way for Tianyou's imperial path. Don't blame your father."

Chen's father's voice was icy cold.

Without hesitation, he flipped his wrist, and the boning dagger plunged directly into Chen Xuan's chest.

Blood gushed out, instantly staining the black stone of the altar red.

The blade sliced ​​through the flesh and cruelly scraped against the sternum.

The excruciating pain of his soul being torn apart truly coursed through Chen Xuan's entire body. The pain within this illusion was undiminished.

Three-year-old Chen Xuan opened his mouth and gasped for breath.

Rainwater poured into his mouth.

He gritted his teeth and didn't utter a single plea for mercy.

He watched helplessly as his chest was ripped open.

Chen Daolin reached in and forcefully grabbed the section of the Supreme Bone that was radiating purple light.

The excruciating pain robbed him of his reason, and darkness enveloped him completely.

A feeling of despair spread wildly from the depths of his consciousness.

The cold-bloodedness of Zhongzhou, the betrayal of family, the cruelty of separating flesh and blood. Everything is magnified infinitely in this pain.

Chen Xuan's soul fire began to shake violently. He felt very tired, so tired that he wanted to close his eyes.

Just as his soul was about to extinguish.

A foot appeared out of nowhere and kicked Chen Daolin hard in the waist.

Bang! Chen Daolin was kicked away and rolled off the altar like a broken sack.

A black cloak carrying a familiar fragrance fell down, completely wrapping around the five-year-old Chen Xuan's battered body.

"If someone digs up your bones, you chop off their claws. What are you standing there for?"

Su Chang'an's voice rang in Chen Xuan's ears.

She was dressed in red, standing in the downpour. Her silver hair was soaked by the rain.

She was carrying a thorny wooden stick that she had found somewhere, and her face was full of displeasure.

This is not an illusion.

No matter how strong the Emperor's formation was, it couldn't withstand the connection between two soul-bound systems. Su Chang'an's soul directly smashed through the barrier of the Heart-Questioning Formation and forced its way in.

She walked up to Chen Xuan, who was chained up, and reached out to touch his cold forehead.

The Phoenix True Fire, belonging to the peak of Quasi-Emperor level, surged into his palm.

The firelight instantly dispelled the chill and filled the emptiness in my chest.

Chen Xuan suddenly opened his eyes.

The weariness and weakness in his eyes had completely faded away.

Instead, there was a violent killing intent and a cold laugh that was almost insane.

"I wasn't spacing out."

Chen Xuan spoke. His voice was no longer that of a five-year-old child.

He made a grasping motion with his right hand. The phantom of a heavy sword, interwoven with dark red lines of blood, quickly took shape in his palm.

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

He didn't believe in fate or destiny. He only trusted the person in front of him who was protecting him with a broken wooden stick.

Chen Xuan raised his hand. The heavy sword slashed down fiercely.

Snap. The iron chain pinned to his wrist broke with a snap.

He took a step.

A huge crack instantly appeared on the black stone altar beneath their feet.

The rain stopped. The entire Heart-Questioning Illusion Array emitted a mournful cry, on the verge of collapse.