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

The gale raged in through the gap in the first layer of light curtain.

The Northern Region headquarters of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect was thrown into complete chaos.

The sirens wailed and were torn into fragments by the blizzard.

A large number of wounded outer disciples retreated from the front line, staggering and fleeing on the gravel road while clutching their wounds.

Blood dripped onto the array pattern, instantly freezing into dark red ice shards.

Luo Qingxue stopped abruptly ahead, drew her sword with a backhand, and unleashed a barrier of energy that forcefully stopped a boulder that was falling with the wind.

She turned around, wanting to call the remnant soul behind her to follow, but all she saw was emptiness.

Su Chang'an did not accompany them.

Taking advantage of the moment when Luo Qingxue was slashing the stone with her sword, she raised her illusory arm and tore off the coarse cloth cloak wrapped around her body.

The fabric, now without its support, billowed in the wind and was then swept into the fleeing crowd, where it was trampled in the mud.

Su Chang'an's body turned into a gray-white afterimage.

Using her ethereal form, she ignored the wounded soldiers who were rushing about in panic.

She slipped into the shadows of the building against the tide of fleeing people, and under the cover of the wind and snow, headed straight for the black altar in the center of the square.

With each step she took forward, the extreme cold of the Absolute Spirit Law chipped away at the very edge of her soul.

Her body became increasingly transparent, yet her speed never faltered.

Above the central plaza, the airflow was compressed by intense spiritual energy, producing a muffled sonic boom.

Zhao Wuji stood in front of the obsidian altar.

His deep-set eyes were bloodshot, and his palms moved rapidly, forming hand seals.

Four formation elders, dressed in white robes with gold trim, stood around the perimeter.

All five men were drenched in sweat and their faces were deathly pale.

They were trying to forcibly strip away the murderous aura emanating from the broken sword above the altar.

High in the sky, the hundred-foot-tall blood-red white tiger statue was poised to launch a new attack.

The second layer of defensive light barrier was already on the verge of collapse.

Zhao Wuji could only draw out the extreme killing intent from the broken sword before the light barrier collapsed, and use it to condense a protective sword shield to withstand the mad tiger's attack.

"Rise!" Zhao Wuji roared.

Five thick, golden rune chains shot out from their fingertips, firmly binding the broken sword in mid-air.

The formation operated at high speed, and pure black sword energy was forcibly extracted from the bone, slowly gathering into the outline of a giant black shield above the square.

The broken sword, soaked in black blood, hovered in mid-air, trembling violently.

It let out a long, mournful cry.

The sound was sharp and violent, revealing an unyielding madness.

That was the remnant of Chen Xuan's will.

Even with a broken spine and crippled arms, the young man in the depths of Guiyuan Palace still fought against the laws of a quasi-emperor with his crippled body. Even though his sword had left its master, it still desperately resisted external enslavement.

The black sword energy surged left and right through the gaps in the golden chains, each collision causing the altar below to tremble violently.

"A stubborn and incorrigible scoundrel."

Seeing that the broken sword was about to go out of control, Zhao Wuji's gaze turned sinister.

He no longer had the patience to waste time.

He bit his tongue, and his crimson life essence gushed out, pouring precisely onto the suppressing runes at the core of the altar.

Blood splattered into the sky.

The runes on the altar twisted and turned, transforming into blood-red serpents that climbed up the golden chains and mercilessly cut into the gaps in the broken sword.

This brutal method was intended to forcibly erase the remaining will within the broken sword, turning it into a lifeless object.

Catalyzed by the essence and blood, the golden chains contracted rapidly.

A crisp cracking sound echoed across the square.

A fine crack appeared on the pale, broken sword surface under the strangulation of the blood-red runes.

A little black blood seeped out along the crack and dripped onto the dark altar surface.

Su Chang'an stopped at the foot of a stone lion at the edge of the square.

She concealed her illusory form in the heavy shadows, her gaze fixed on the fine crack in mid-air.

That was Chen Xuan's broken sword.

The last trace of warmth in Su Chang'an's eyes vanished completely at this moment.

Those eyes held only absolute stillness and a killing intent more intense than the extreme north wind and snow.

She raised her illusory right palm and pressed it against her chest.

This is where Luo Qingxue left behind a high-level soul-fixing talisman.

This barrier, radiating a soft white light, is the only thing that allows her wandering soul to survive on the desolate snowfield, and it is also the last barrier to conceal her true aura.

Su Chang'an acted without the slightest hesitation.

She clenched her fingers and ripped the talisman off.

The white light barrier immediately shattered.

At the moment of losing her protection, the severing spiritual laws of the far north transformed into an invisible blade, cutting straight into the depths of her soul.

Intense tearing pain swept through my entire body.

She ignored this torment.

Shedding all pretense of concealing her aura, she forcefully activated the remaining essence deep within her soul.

That was the last remaining trace of the Heavenly Fox's essence and a faint wisp of Phoenix True Fire after everything was exhausted underground in the Guiyuan Palace.

The two forces converged on the surface of the soul, instantly igniting a raging fire.

A faint yet extremely domineering crimson flame burned fiercely on her illusory body.

The grayish-white wandering soul transformed into a blooming red lotus at that moment.

Su Chang'an brought his two fingers together, compressing the crimson flames burning around him and shooting them out from his fingertips.

A thin, crimson thread of fire flowed from her fingertips.

The fire line slithered silently forward, clinging to the cracks in the bluestone pavement, like a crimson serpent.

It bypassed all the outer warning array points and moved swiftly through the blind spots of the array patterns.

The streak of fire cut precisely into a groove in the array at the southeast corner of the obsidian altar at a tricky angle.

This is the core spiritual energy hub of the entire extraction array.

As the fire reached the nexus, the Phoenix True Fire's destructive nature, capable of burning anything, erupted in full force.

There was no loud explosion, only a faint, soft sound.

The obsidian array base, inscribed with intricate array patterns, melted instantly under the extreme heat.

The key element of the formation subsequently broke.

The originally perfectly closed-loop energy flow of the formation lost its outlet, and the enormous spiritual power caused a terrible backlash and collision inside the altar.

The formation elder sitting cross-legged in the southeast corner was the first to be affected.

Before he could even cry out in pain, a muffled sound of bones shattering came from his chest.

A mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out, and he was thrown into the air, crashing heavily into a stone pillar in the distance.

The balance of the formation has completely collapsed.

Zhao Wuji and the other four elders simultaneously suffered the heavy blows from the backlash of the damage formation.

Zhao Wuji's face turned deathly pale, a metallic taste rose in his throat, and the blood he spat out stained his chest.

His hands, which were forming a hand seal, trembled violently, and the spiritual energy that had been flowing continuously suddenly experienced a fatal interruption.

In mid-air, the five golden rune chains binding the broken sword dimmed.

The forceful suppression of the broken sword has resulted in a fatal loosening.

Just as the crimson fire line erupted with the aura of the Phoenix True Fire.

The broken sword, riddled with cracks, ceased its futile struggle in mid-air.

It detected this familiar fluctuation.

That was the temperature that had protected Guiyuan Hall countless times beneath its underground, reconnecting its meridians and burning its source of energy.

It was the aura of the person who declared they would protect it in dire straits.

The remaining will within the broken sword boiled over completely.

Terrifying black sword energy surged forth from the cracks in the bone.

Without the support of the array, the golden chains were no longer able to suppress this violent power.

Five crisp sounds rang out in succession over the square.

The runic chains binding the broken sword were shattered inch by inch by the black sword energy, turning into golden light spots scattered all over the sky.

The broken sword broke free from its restraints.

It streaked across the sky in a black streak, emitting a long, stirring cry.

The sound was no longer a fierce struggle, but rather a call filled with intimacy and grievance.

The streak of light arrived in an instant, landing steadily in the illusory palm of the gray-robed wandering soul at the edge of the square.

Su Chang'an grasped the cold, broken sword.

The black, murderous sword energy attached to the broken sword concealed all its sharpness the moment it touched her palm.

Sword energy gently swirled between her fingers, as if afraid of harming this broken soul.

The moment the broken sword was in hand, the full consequences of the shattered Soul-Stabilizing Talisman became apparent.

That unique primal energy of the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox, mixed with the embers of the Phoenix True Fire, was exposed to the world without any concealment.

This aura was extremely faint, flickering uncertainly in the strong wind.

But for some beings, this aura is enough to penetrate endless wind and snow.

High in the sky, thousands of miles away.

The enormous blood-red tiger image raised its giant claws, poised to launch a devastating strike at the second layer of defensive light barrier.

Just as Su Chang'an's aura was leaking out.

The white tiger's raised giant claws froze in mid-air.

Those scarlet eyes, filled with the malevolent energy of Geng metal and madness, pierced through layers of array light screens, crossed the swirling snow, and captured the remnant soul at the edge of the square.

Bai Yin sensed this aura.

That was the aura he had searched for for three thousand years, and which he had recently watched disappear before his very eyes.

It was the person who drew him a little fox in Yunmengze and whispered in his ear that they would never leave.

The deathly silence of the desperate situation immediately transformed into a ecstatic rage that tore the sky apart.

He found it.

She is still alive.

A roar that shattered everything erupted from deep within the blood-red tiger's chest.

The roar was a mixture of endless grievances and fervor, and carried with it a bloodlust to tear all those who stood in its way to pieces.

The malevolent energy of Geng metal was so intense at this moment that it was almost liquefied.

The White Tiger Dharma Form abandoned its claw strikes.

With its massive body burning with dark red malevolent energy, carrying overwhelming kinetic power, it crashed into the second layer of defensive light barrier of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect.

This offensive is unstoppable.

A deafening roar echoed across the sky.

The second layer of defensive light barrier couldn't even withstand half a breath under the absolute violent impact.

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the light curtain before it shattered completely, turning into a shower of light that poured down from the sky.