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

After Su Chang'an stepped out of the abyss, he did not leave the Northern Region immediately.

The rift valley behind them no longer spewed deathly energy. The grooves left by the 372 chains were still embedded in the stone walls, but spring water gushed out from the bottom, flowing along the broken stone platform into the frozen soil.

The small lamp left by Chunxian hangs beside the spring.

The demonic fire was not fierce, illuminating only a circle of tender green spiritual light. Newly formed spiritual veins extended from beneath the light, passing through underground fissures and spreading out in all directions of the northern region.

Su Chang'an walked out alone along the spiritual vein.

The wind and snow were still cold, but no longer carried the deathly aura of rotting flesh. Several fox cubs crouched behind a snow slope, working together to drag a log. Further away, northern refugees pitched tents and piled stones into windbreaks. Mountain-Moving Sect cultivators lay prone beside the spiritual vein, setting up a small array to draw spiritual water to their newly built houses.

Someone saw Su Chang'an and hurriedly put down the tools in their hands.

"Senior, is there still any lingering danger beneath the seal?"

Su Chang'an glanced at the slowly flowing spiritual light beneath the frozen soil.

"no."

She paused, then added, "The spring water is drinkable, but don't plant the array flags in the main vein. Anyone who dares to use the excuse of repairing the earth's veins to drain spiritual energy will be thrown out."

The cultivators quickly agreed.

Su Chang'an continued forward.

She walked around the outer perimeter of the old seal, finally stopping in front of a snow-covered black stone.

This was once the boundary where the Heavenly Chains fell. Now, the stone is empty, and even the ancient characters used to mark "Heavenly Fox Town in the North" have been worn away.

Su Chang'an raised his hand, his fingertips slowly stroking his wrist bone.

There are no chains.

There are no system tasks.

No one arranged her fate.

She lowered her eyes to the small lamp beside her palm and whispered:

"This lousy place is still so cold, it's really hard to live here."

Even so, she did not leave.

The Moon Amber emerged from between his brows, its pale moonlight cascading across the land. Nine phantom fox tails then unfurled, their tips brushing against the frozen earth, etching protective array patterns into the newly formed spiritual veins.

The array patterns did not imprison any living beings.

They only protect the springs and the earth's veins, isolating them from external forces that plunder spiritual energy. From now on, humans, foxes, and wandering demons can all settle here, but no one can claim the spiritual veins of the Northern Region for themselves.

Just as the last array pattern was about to close, a low rumble suddenly came from the ground.

Buzz—The remnants of the old formation in the distance lit up at the same time.

Cold, blood-red characters emerged from the frozen ground and quickly spread out along Su Chang'an's feet.

The Celestial Fox Faces Calamity.

Tianhu Town North.

With one soul, bring peace to one region.

Ancient rules, transcending the ages, re-locked onto her true form. Several illusory iron hooks rose from the array, pointing directly at her wrist bones and the root of her nine tails.

The cultivators who were setting up the spiritual veins all stopped.

"The old seal has come back to life!"

"Step back and protect the refugees!"

The group hastily formed a formation, only to find Su Chang'an standing in the center of the formation, not retreating even a single step.

She looked down at the blood-written words, her eyes turning cold.

"You want me to clean up your mess?"

The old formation suddenly tightened.

The crimson iron hook pierced through the air, its causal power suppressing the newly formed spiritual veins, as if trying to nail Su Chang'an back into the array's core.

She did not reverse the origin.

He no longer resorted to burning his divine soul to withstand the attack as he had done before.

Su Chang'an only raised his right hand.

The Nine-Tailed Ancestral Source transformed into dark red foxfire, Phoenix True Fire ignited from the palm of his hand, and the Taiyin Moon Amber radiated a moon-white light. The three forces did not blast towards the old formation, but instead flowed along the blood-red iron hooks, pouring into every remaining array pattern.

"Since you love Zhenbei so much, then you should govern it yourself."

She flipped her five fingers.

"Nine-Tails Split, Destroy!"

boom!

The first tremor swept across the frozen soil.

The old rule of "one person suppressing one place" was forcibly stripped away by the Nine-Tailed Ancestral Source. The Phoenix True Fire burned away the parts that involved sacrifice and life extraction, and the Taiyin Moon Amber froze the remaining killing intent.

The blood-red words crumbled one by one.

The iron hook did not break, but melted under the influence of the three forces, turning into a fine, spiritual rain that slowly fell from the sky above the Northern Region.

Raindrops pierced through the wind and snow, falling on tents, cabins, and newly opened irrigation canals.

The originally cold array patterns then became gentle.

A continuous rumbling sound came from beneath the permafrost, as the spiritual veins that had been blocked for millennia were finally unblocked one by one. The spiritual springs broke through the ice and gathered into shallow streams in the low-lying areas.

Several fox cubs chased Lingyu out of the snow slope. The Mountain Moving Sect cultivator stared blankly at the array plate in his hand. He could no longer find any offerings or array eyes on the plate, only the complete Northern Region ley lines spread out.

From then on, the Northern Region no longer needed anyone to fill the ranks.

Su Chang'an stood in the center of the newly formed spiritual vein, with the nine tails slowly retracting behind him.

Just then, three destinies came from afar.

The first one carried the smoke from the capital city's cooking fires and the true fire of the phoenix.

The second layer of moisture from the Yunmeng Marsh enveloped the fox mark on my palm, which was slightly warm.

The third sound, accompanied by the clear ringing of a heavy sword, traveled from afar from the newly formed spiritual veins of the Central Continent.

Su Chang'an instinctively clenched his five fingers.

In the past, whenever her avatars experienced pain, she would sever the resonance and suppress all the backlash back into her own body. That had become a habit etched into her very soul.

But this time, she stopped.

The palm slowly opened.

She voluntarily released the resonance between the Nine-Tailed Fox's three bodies in the mortal realm.

The second shock entered the soul.

There was no destiny to devour them, nor any incarnation to reclaim them. Their three heartbeats were steady, clear, and vibrant. They remembered the same path they had come from, yet they had already journeyed to different worlds.

The scene of the capital city lights up first.

Beneath the window of Zuixianju, Su Qing was reviewing the list of those to be resettled in the Northern Territory. Gu Xiang finished approving the last memorial, put the jade pendant engraved with the character "Qing" back into his sleeve, turned around and brought over a pot of chicken soup, with a roast chicken placed beside it.

Su Qing took a bite, and her brows immediately furrowed.

"Prime Minister Gu, did you add too much salt again?"

Gu Xiang sat down opposite her.

"Only a little more."

"What you give is enough for someone else to eat three meals a day."

Su Qing complained, but didn't put down her bowl. Gu Xiang didn't urge her, but simply pushed the roast chicken closer to her and waited for her to eat together under the lamp.

The resonance of Middle-earth then spread.

Beside the rebuilt spiritual vein, Chen Xuan, holding the heavy sword "Chang'an," was teaching several collateral orphans swordsmanship.

Keep your wrists flat.

A child, swaying precariously under the weight of the heavy sword, whispered, "Uncle Xuan, why is this sword called Chang'an?"

Chen Xuan glanced at him.

Practice before asking questions.

He repeatedly corrected his sword stance until dusk fell before sheathing his sword and returning to his courtyard. On the table lay fragments of the broken sword and the Heavenly Fox mark, while water boiled in the stove.

He neither stayed in the ruins of the Chen family nor succumbed to old grudges.

He simply waited quietly for the courtyard gate to be pushed open, for someone to come back and cook a bowl of noodles that wasn't particularly good.

The third shock spread along Kyushu.

The boy who was once exploited, trapped in his sea of ​​consciousness, has finally found a new life where he can teach others how to wield a sword and also wait for others to eat noodles.

The scene of Yunmengze lights up for the last time.

Bai Yin carried a lantern and slowly inspected the newly built water fortress. The Guardian Blade was quietly sheathed, and the two fox marks on his palm gleamed.

The returning little demon bowed to him, and he stepped aside to make way for her.

"Has the West Canal been cleared?"

"It's been cleared, Lord Bai."

Bai Yin nodded and looked up into the depths of the reeds.

He did not chase after the mist.

He simply hung the lantern in front of the water village gate and picked up the fish basket. Inside, two live fish were splashing in the water, waiting for Su Xiaojiu to come back so they could grill them together.

The mad tiger who once stormed the Demon Court has finally learned to leave his blade to his enemies and those who die, and to leave his lamp to those who want to return.

High above in the northern region, Su Chang'an looked down upon the three human realms.

The chicken soup and roast chicken of the capital, the heavy sword and noodles on the table in Zhongzhou, and the flickering lights on the surface of Yunmengze all fell into her eyes according to the fate of the mortal world.

She did not suppress the sensation again.

In the capital city, Su Qing picked up a bowl of chicken soup.

Outside Yunmeng Marsh, Su Xiaojiu, draped in a cloak, stepped through the thin mist.

In the courtyard of Zhongzhou, the figure of Hongchen pushed open the door and walked towards the stove.

Meanwhile, Su Chang'an sat beside the newly formed spiritual vein in the Northern Region and raised his hand to catch a drop of spiritual rain.

The small lamp left by Chunxian burned quietly beside her.

The lights of the entire country came into her view.

Su Chang'an chuckled softly.

"This time, no one is allowed to die in my place."

The complete summary of the Nine-Tailed Fox's final chapter in the mortal world.

Nine-tailed beasts are locked in the abyss of the northern lands, and three thousand pieces of cold iron suppress their broken bodies.

Once the system opens a path to life, a drop of blood and a fragment of soul enter the mortal world.

I met a scholar outside Qingniu Town, and found the Analects of Confucius fresh and new in the Drunken Immortal Abode.

Two roast chickens hold deep affection, three years of painting eyebrows symbolize a lifelong commitment.

The capital city is shrouded in eerie mists, obscuring the emperor's aura; its exquisite seven orifices are crafted into celestial treasures.

Before the red makeup has even warmed, the heart is already ripped out; the sword of all beings is drawn to slay the evildoer.

When the foxfire faded, the scholar wept; he wrote a blood-written vow that spring would never come again.

Just as the fallen phoenixes reunited, their fates were sealed once more.

The husband and wife bow three times, disregarding fate; one bow to all living beings, and one bow to their loved ones.

Su Qing devised another elaborate scheme, sacrificing her life to protect Gu Jun.

The prime minister, his hair white, departed from court, traversing the cold mountains in search of old friends.

The snow cave once housed a boneless child, whose tail was cut off and boiled into soup to nourish Chen Xuan.

The rebellious son returns and seals the old cave; the fox rides the lead to punish his past transgressions.

The secrets of the Forgetful Sect are hard to forget; the Fate Cauldron will forever bear the shadow of a fox.

The loss of the supreme bone was not a sign of Heaven's abandonment; a mortal body wields a sword to suppress all sages.

The road back to the imperial city is shrouded in a net; the desolate wasteland of the sea of ​​consciousness is trapped by obsession.

In Chang'an, I entered a dream to subdue my inner demons; the broken sword was reforged to break through the old pass.

Prince Guiyuan drew his sword bone, and even with half his body covered in blood, he still held up the sky.

In the years to come, when the ancestral tablet is shattered by the sword, even the abandoned can stand.

In the Yunmeng Marsh, I met a white tiger; catching fish and combing my hair, we rekindled a past life's bond.

The imperial court demands blood to surround the lonely cave, while a mad tiger guards the little immortal with a dagger.

At the Guanghan Festival, all the red-clad figures were exhausted; after nine years of sharpening their swords, they broke through the nine heavens.

The fox in my palm leaves its old mark; we grow old together only to meet again.

Geng metal is inherently associated with killing, but ultimately becomes the guardian of the marsh with a single, hanging blade.

The Supreme Being forgets emotions, but not love; deep affection dares not bind the heartstrings.

Chang Geng has guarded the bones for three thousand years, yet he treats the kindness of his teacher as a mere formality.

Three hundred and seventy-two heavenly locks, binding the nine provinces with calamities and injustices.

Trying to go against the tide to change the course of history has only made our fate hang in the balance today.

Master and disciple Han Yuan are reunited; the young man, sword in hand, refuses to seek comfort.

The ancient fox personally shattered the fool's dream, and the white bones turned back to mend the river of time.

The Nine-Tailed Fox splits the tribulation to open a new path, not allowing a single life to suppress mountains and rivers.

Tianpeng cuts open his heart to reveal the moon's amber, Qingxue draws his sword to change his sect's chapter.

Spring lanterns illuminate the warmth of Fengqiu, and the old battle formations will no longer seek out souls.

Su Qing tasted chicken soup in the capital, while Gu Xiang waited for him to dine with her under the lamplight.

Chen Xuan takes on a disciple to teach him new swordsmanship, while clear water in the stove awaits Chang'an.

Xiaojiu returns to the lake to roast carp, while Bai Yin holds a lantern to guard the foggy bay.

Each of the three bodies has a destiny in the mortal world, while the original body travels alone in the northern plains.

When the system has achieved its purpose and returned to tranquility, the question of cause and effect, and the question of right and wrong, are no longer

Roast chicken, noodle soup, fish, and fire are better than immortality and imperial power.

If you ask the Nine-Tailed Fox's lifelong wish, it is that no one should go to the underworld for anyone else.

[The End...]