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

A crimson streak of light traced a shocking melting path across the vast snowfields of the far north. Gale-force winds, carrying ice crystals, attempted to fill the gap torn open by the intense heat, but were instantly burned to nothingness by the remaining Phoenix True Fire the moment they touched the edge.

Gu Xiang's speed had already reached the physical limit that his mortal body could withstand. His blue robe had long been torn to shreds by the gale in the raging storm, but his steps did not falter in the slightest.

Just as he was about to cross a snow-covered, frozen hill, his wildly beating heart suddenly stopped for a moment.

Physical exhaustion would never cause this kind of cessation of jumping; it is clearly a severe spasm originating from the depths of one's being.

Gu Xiangqian's body slammed heavily into the snowdrift in front of him due to inertia. He rolled several feet in the snow before he managed to steady himself and knelt on the frozen ground that had been quickly dried by the Phoenix True Fire.

The warm guidance from the Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart vanished, leaving only the excruciating pain of being torn apart by a thousand cuts.

Gu Xiang gasped for breath, focusing all his senses on the aura deep in the void.

Through this organ connected to his heart and blood, he clearly sensed that the faint aura carrying the fragrance of gardenias was in a violent spatial turbulence.

That power transcended the ordinary spiritual energy of this world; it was an invisible law representing the underlying logic of the world.

Those laws transformed into countless invisible blades, frantically slicing through that already extremely weak aura, each cut accompanied by the despair and pain of a soul on the verge of complete collapse.

That aura teetered on the brink of collapse under the strangulation of the spatial storm, and could be annihilated at any moment.

Gu Xiang knelt on the cold, frozen ground, his body trembling violently as he sensed the other's pain.

"You wanted to take her in, but did you even ask me?!"

A roar, seemingly crushed from the depths of his bones, burst from Gu Xiang's throat, echoing across the desolate snowfield.

His eyes instantly became bloodshot and turned completely red, with terrifying red blood vessels covering the surface of his eyeballs.

Without any hesitation, he bit his tongue.

The rich, metallic taste of blood filled his mouth, and Gu Xiang unleashed the life force he had painstakingly nurtured in the capital, along with all the righteous energy he had accumulated over the years, burning wildly without reservation at this moment.

He straightened up, ripped off the tattered book box he had been carrying on his back, and slammed it heavily into the snow in front of him.

The wooden planks of the book box shattered under the immense force, scattering the writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones inside all over the ground. Those items that had accompanied him through years of hard study and helped him ascend to the position of Prime Minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty were mercilessly swept away by the wind and snow.

Gu Xiang didn't look at the scattered ink and brushes; he didn't need them.

He raised his right hand directly, using his index and middle fingers together as a brush, and without hesitation dipped them in the scalding blood gushing from his mouth, wildly cursing in the air in front of him amidst the raging blizzard.

He is writing down the true words of Confucianism.

As his fingertips traced the air, they left streaks of blood-red light. The blood, intertwined with righteous energy and phoenix fire, was not frozen by the cold wind. It floated in mid-air, radiating a terrifying pressure that made one's heart tremble.

Every time Gu Xiang wrote a stroke in the air, his originally thick, black hair would turn grayer from the roots at a visible rate.

This is exchanging one's life for the law, forcibly exercising the supreme divine power of Confucianism that exceeds its limits at the cost of one's lifespan.

"Certainly!"

The first blood-red character "定" (ding) took shape in the void.

Gu Xiang's once black hair had turned a third white, and the corners of his eyes had cracked from exhaustion, leaving two shocking streaks of blood.

The blood-red character "定" shot skyward the moment it took shape.

In mid-air, the blood-red characters stretched and transformed into a thick golden chain, its surface burning with crimson phoenix fire, and its interior flowing with righteous golden light.

The golden chains, carrying an indomitable and powerful aura, pierced the sky of the far northern snowfield and ruthlessly plunged into the invisible spatial barrier.

"Certainly!"

Gu Xiang's fingers did not stop; he continued to dip them in his heart's blood and write the second character.

His hair was half white, his once straight back had begun to hunch slightly, and the skin on his face had lost its luster and developed fine wrinkles.

Another golden chain shot into the sky and pierced the void.

Gu Xiang's movements became faster and faster. He was tireless and oblivious to death, mechanically and frantically writing that word in the void.

One after another, crimson characters rose into the sky, transforming into countless golden chains that intertwined to form a massive net that pierced the boundaries of the heavens and the earth, forcibly anchoring itself toward that unknown and chaotic spatial coordinate.

When Gu Xiang wrote the last word, his long hair had turned completely white, like snow, and was flying wildly in the cold wind.

His life force had been completely depleted, but his crimson eyes revealed a kind of obsession and madness that even the gods dared not look directly at.

At the same time, deep within the endless spatial turbulence.

There is no light, no sound, and no concept of the passage of time here.

There was only absolute nothingness, and a spatial storm powerful enough to instantly tear apart even a Great Saint Realm expert.

Su Chang'an's illusory soul shell was swept up in the turbulent current and dragged into a giant meat grinder.

Although Tianpeng's ruthless rake saved her from Di Shitian's grasp, it also erased the coordinates of the boundary membrane.

She completely lost her sense of direction and was thrown into this death zone that even a quasi-emperor dared not easily set foot in.

The spatial storm transformed into countless sharp, invisible blades, relentlessly slicing through her illusory shell, forcibly pieced together from obsession and the effects of flawed medicine.

The excruciating pain of her soul being torn apart assaulted her consciousness wave after wave.

The surface of the phantom shell was covered with cracks, and the star power that was originally used to maintain its shape quickly dissipated under the strangulation of the laws of space, turning into specks of silver light and disappearing into the darkness.

Su Chang'an's consciousness gradually became blurred amidst the excruciating pain.

She could feel the structure of her illusory shell collapsing on a large scale, her limbs beginning to become ethereal, and the energy in her chest that held her core teetering on the brink of collapse.

She tried her best to mobilize the essence of the Heavenly Fox to resist, but in this chaotic current that isolated all rules, any release of power would only attract a more violent spatial storm backlash.

When the pain reaches its extreme, it can produce a strange numbness.

Su Chang'an stared at his hands, which were gradually turning transparent, with half-closed eyelids. There was no fear or resentment in his eyes.

She just felt a little tired, the kind of deep weariness that comes from scheming against everyone and bearing too much karma.

The boundary membrane coordinates are gone, and the escape route is cut off.

She knew that this time she had truly reached the end.

Once this illusory shell shatters completely, her wisp of soul will be crushed into tiny particles by the spatial storm, without even a chance to reincarnate.

Su Chang'an slowly relaxed his tense mind and gave up those futile resistances.

She let the sharp blades of the spatial storm cut into her body, closed her eyes, and prepared to face the final annihilation.

In the dark, turbulent currents, the howling of the storm gradually faded into the distance.

Just as Su Chang'an's consciousness was about to completely sink into the abyss and the illusory shell was about to completely collapse, a dazzling blood-gold light shone in this ancient, dark depths.

The light came abruptly, carrying an irresistible and domineering force.

Several thick chains of text, perfectly interwoven with golden righteous energy and crimson phoenix fire, forcefully squeezed into this chaotic land, transcending dimensions.

The surface of the chains was ablaze with raging flames. The spatial storms that were powerful enough to tear apart the Great Sage were shrill and hissed as they touched the flames and golden light, and were brutally smashed and melted away.

The chains of words locked onto Su Chang'an's crumbling soul amidst the raging torrent.

The blood-gold chains instantly converged, binding tightly to Su Chang'an's tattered illusionary shell with an irresistible yet gentle force.

The scorching heat of the Phoenix True Fire, mixed with the profound and steady righteous energy, flowed continuously into Su Chang'an's body along the chains, forcibly expelling the rampant spatial laws from the area.