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

Zhao Wuji looked at the grayish-white shadow on the ground that could barely maintain its human form, and let out a very soft snort.

His eyes were filled with genuine disgust, and he didn't look at her again.

With a slight tremor of his right wrist, the dark blue longsword that had been lying in front of him emitted a crisp sword sound and swiftly went into its sheath.

"If this wandering spirit disturbs the operation of the great formation, Luo Qingxue, you will be fully responsible."

Zhao Wuji uttered these words, his voice dry and carrying an undeniable warning.

He ignored the two people at the side gate, and a surge of azure sword energy erupted from beneath his feet. He transformed into a dazzling azure sword light, rising from the ground and hurtling straight towards the main array eye in the center of the camp.

The strong wind whipped up the pebbles on the ground, which slammed against the stone wall with a loud crackling sound.

Luo Qingxue stood still, calmly watching the receding sword light until it merged into the complex array of light above the camp.

She sheathed her longsword, the hilt striking the scabbard with a dull clatter.

She turned around, her large white cloak billowing in the wind.

Luo Qingxue walked up to Su Chang'an, squatted down, and extended two slender, white fingers, with a grayish-brown pill between her fingertips.

That was a low-grade Soul-Stabilizing Pill, its surface covered with rough textures and emitting a slightly pungent medicinal odor.

Luo Qingxue didn't speak, but directly stuffed the pill into Su Chang'an's illusory mouth.

Her movements were hardly gentle; in fact, they carried a stiff, businesslike quality.

"The side gate is sealed off; you can't leave."

Luo Qingxue stood up, looking down at Su Chang'an on the ground, her voice still chillingly cold.

"Come with me to the logistics wounded soldiers' camp."

Su Chang'an lay on the cold stone slab, stretching out his translucent arms to support himself on the ground.

The fingers twisted slightly from the force, and some even pierced through the hard stone.

With the slight support of Luo Qingxue's outstretched hand, she stood up with great difficulty.

As soon as she regained her footing, she began to cough violently.

His translucent shoulders trembled with each cough, and his grey cloak shivered in the wind.

Under the cover of coughing with his head down, Su Chang'an curled his tongue slightly, pressing the Soul-Stabilizing Pill with its pungent medicinal smell under the base of his tongue, without swallowing it.

At this moment, her soul was in an extremely dangerous situation.

The remaining essence of the Heavenly Fox and the aura of absolute spirit that she had just forcibly pulled into the surface of her soul were frantically fighting each other within her body, forming a precarious balance between the two opposing forces.

Any intervention of external medicinal power will instantly break this balance, causing an irreversible self-destruction of the soul on the spot.

Su Chang'an forced down the metallic taste rising in his throat, letting the pill slowly release its bitterness under his tongue.

Luo Qingxue grabbed Su Chang'an's arm and led her deeper into the camp.

The scene inside the side gate has undergone tremendous changes.

The once orderly camp is now in complete chaos.

Countless inner disciples dressed in white robes poured out of the tents, their faces filled with undisguised fear, their hands tightly clutching various magical artifacts.

Under the stern shouts of the deacons at all levels, these disciples hurriedly rushed to the various array nodes along the array patterns on the stone path.

Above their heads, the twelve layers of defensive light screens distorted and hissed under the constant impact of the Geng metal evil energy coming from afar.

Su Chang'an lowered his head, his hood covering most of his face, and dragged his heavy steps, coldly observing everything around him.

Her gaze swept over the panicked crowd, across the array patterns being activated on the ground, over the towering spirit-gathering towers, and over the blind spots where patrolling disciples were handing over duties.

She was working rapidly in her mind.

The defensive map of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect's main base in the Northern Region was gradually being drawn in her mind.

She dissected all the information—the direction of the spiritual veins, the distribution of the array's cores, and the weak points of the defense—and imprinted it deep in her memory.

The two walked through a long tent passage, and the view ahead suddenly opened up.

That was the huge plaza in the center of the camp.

The bluestone slabs on the square were engraved with ancient and intricate patterns, which were now emitting a faint blue light.

The moment Su Chang'an stepped onto the edge of the square, his feet froze in place.

A sharp, intense pain suddenly erupted from the core of her soul without warning.

It wasn't the pain of an injury flaring up, but an instinctive throbbing that transcended reason and struck straight to the soul.

In the center of the square stands a huge circular altar.

The altar was made entirely of black obsidian, with blood-red suppressing runes flowing across its surface.

There were no sacred treasures of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect floating above the altar.

Suspended there was a broken sword blade.

The blade's break was jagged, and its surface lacked any of the cold, hard luster of metal; instead, it had a stark, bone-like whiteness.

On that pale bone, a large amount of congealed black blood had seeped in.

The black blood had long been deeply rooted in his bone marrow, exuding a suffocating aura of violence and slaughter.

That's not a sword.

That was a piece of sword bone.

In the underground of Guiyuan Palace, Chen Xuan forcibly reforged the sword bone fragments to protect her, only to have them crushed by the Quasi-Emperor's Law.

Su Chang'an's breathing stopped completely at that moment.

The images of the underground Guiyuan Palace were etched deeply into her mind.

That boy with a broken spine and both arms were useless.

The figure whose knees were shattered, yet still stood in front of her, refusing to fall.

That madman who exhausted his entire divine soul to force the broken sword to withstand the chains of laws that filled the sky.

That was something Chen Xuan obtained with his life.

Beneath the cloak, Su Chang'an's translucent fingers tightened, his illusory nails digging deep into his palms, yet not a drop of blood flowed.

Her soul power almost went out of control at this moment, the gray-white light and shadow at the edge of her soul fluctuated violently, and tiny cracks tore open at the edge.

Around the altar, five elders dressed in white robes with gold trim sat cross-legged.

Their eyes were closed, their hands were rapidly forming mudras in front of their chests, and they were chanting incantations.

Golden rune chains flew from their fingertips, wrapping around the sword bone fragments in mid-air.

They are forcibly extracting it.

They tried to peel away, bit by bit, the remaining ultimate killing intent of Chen Xuan from that piece of sword bone soaked in black blood.

That was the will Chen Xuan had forged amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, his unwavering conviction that he would rather die than yield.

Now, these people from the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect will use this will as the core of the Demon-Slaying Array to fight against the blood-red white tiger that is about to attack from the sky.

He used his sword's edge to kill his old friend.

Su Chang'an slowly and coldly pondered this fact in his heart.

She didn't make a sound.

Even its breathing remained as faint as that of a wandering soul.

However, the dark eyes hidden in the shadow of the hood, which had been dimmed by extreme weakness, were instantly filled with a chilling killing intent.

That killing intent had no warmth whatsoever; it was colder than a blizzard in the far north, and more ruthless than the laws of the Spirit Absolute.

The Supreme Forgetfulness Sect.

She made a mental note of it.

Luo Qingxue noticed Su Chang'an's pause.

She turned her head and followed Su Chang'an's gaze to look at the altar in the center of the square.

The murderous aura emanating from that piece of sword bone made even her, a prodigy of the inner sect who cultivated the ruthless sword path, feel a tightness in her chest.

She naturally assumed that the low-level wandering spirit was intimidated by the terrifying killing intent on the altar.

Luo Qingxue didn't say much, but grabbed Su Chang'an's arm with a light but firm grip.

"Don't look."

Luo Qingxue lowered her voice, her tone carrying a warning.

"That's not something you can explore."

She pulled Su Chang'an along, quickening their pace to avoid the oppressive area in the center of the square and head towards a huge gray tent at the edge of the square.

White strips of cloth hung outside the tent, and a faint smell of blood and medicine wafted out.

That was the logistics wounded soldiers' battalion.

Su Chang'an let Luo Qingxue pull her along. She withdrew her gaze from the suspended sword bone, lowered her head again, and brought all her killing intent and anger into her eyes.

Luo Qingxue walked to the gray tent and lifted the heavy curtain.

Just as Su Chang'an was about to step into the tent...

A tiger's roar that shattered the clouds echoed from the horizon.

The howl pierced through the void for millions of miles, carrying with it endless violence, madness, and despair.

It is not the roar of a wild beast, but a Shura driven to the brink of despair declaring war on the entire world.

The entire main base of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect in the northern region shook violently at the sound of the tiger's roar.

The twelve layers of defensive light barrier overhead twisted violently, and ripples like towering waves spread across its surface. The array nodes emitted cracking sounds as they were unable to withstand the pressure.

Immediately following was a deafening, shattering sound.

The outermost defensive formation shattered under the impact of the Geng metal evil energy transmitted from Bai Yin.

The countless fragments of the formation transformed into blinding specks of light, crashing down on the camp.

A strong wind swept back.