Devouring demons, I attain immortality.

As the reforged blade struck, her long black hair suddenly turned white.

The 84,000 dragons imprisoned in the altar were released and rose up, but when they touched Lin An's white hair, they solidified into a physical form, which turned out to be the complete soul of his seventh incarnation's Daoist partner!

The woman raised her hand and touched his blood-stained face, the warmth of her fingertips piercing through the shackles of reincarnation.

"I have received your pain!"

Her soul merged into the Nine-Turn Demon-Slaying Blade, and the blade revealed a pattern of twin lotus blossoms.

"I'll help you dismantle the remaining 9,999 altars."

The Xuan Tian Mirror suddenly trembled violently, and a horrifying scene was reflected on its surface: the other altars sensed the danger and began to devour and merge with each other.

The swallowed inscriptions pieced together in the void to form a coffin that blotted out the sky, with nine vertical pupils flowing with bronze liquid opening on the coffin lid.

Lin An shattered the blue lotus beneath his feet, and the projection of the Reverse Scale Universe enveloped the heavens.

The newly formed dragon-shaped nebula intertwined behind him, each dragon scale being an ancient dragon tomb that was awakening.

The twin lotus patterns on the Nine-Turn Demon-Slaying Blade bloomed, and where the blade passed, the river of time and space reversed, revealing countless Lin Ans wielding the blade and splitting coffins.

"You think that merging will allow us to contend with each other?"

Ten thousand figures laughed coldly in unison, shattering the stars of seven hundred realms.

"This coffin is perfect for collecting your corpses!"

The coffin containing the dragon spewed forth a foul-smelling rain of bronze blood, the droplets transforming into countless ouroboros gnawing at the dragon's tomb.

Lin An suddenly stabbed himself in the throat with his backhand, and the dragon blood that spurted out actually wrote the lost Ancestral Dragon Sacrifice Text in the void.

The Xuan Tian Mirror hummed in response to the sacrificial inscription, and twelve blurry figures emerged from the mirror. They were the primordial ancestral dragons that had emerged at the beginning of the primordial chaos!

"Today, I request that the First Emperor witness the execution!"

Lin An's blood-stained fingers gripped the edge of the coffin, tearing open the bronze canopy.

"Look at these vermin, how they'll repay their debt to the dragon's blood!"

The primordial dragons raised their heads simultaneously, their roars rewriting the laws of the heavens.

The bronze blood rain flowed back into the coffin, and the nine vertical pupils burst one after another.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lin An inserted the Nine-Turn Demon-Slaying Blade into the core of the coffin. The twin lotus pattern on the blade suddenly bloomed, radiating the magnificent light and shadow of all the dragons that had been wiped out by the Bronze Ancient Clan.

"Time to wake up!"

He stroked the dragon spirits that appeared on the back of the sword.

"Let these scum see what real..."

An ancient bell suddenly rang out from inside the coffin, and the broken bronze liquid condensed into three priests with dragon heads and human bodies.

What they were holding was not a magic weapon, but Lin An's life-bound reverse scale that had been removed in his first life!

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Lin An's pupils suddenly contracted, and when his fingertip was only half an inch away from his life-bound reverse scale, a scene from three hundred lifetimes ago suddenly appeared on the surface of the scale.

He saw his newborn dragon body nailed to the sacrificial pillar, the pain of a bronze dagger scraping his scales along his spine piercing through reincarnation, tearing a deep, bone-revealing wound into his present-day flesh.

The three priests simultaneously performed incantations, and the corrupted Reverse Scale transformed into blood-red chains that bound Lin An's soul.

The Mysterious Mirror emitted a piercing, mournful cry, and a terrifying prophecy appeared on its surface: "If the Reverse Scale is forcibly retrieved, the Eight Hundred Dragon Realms will be forever plunged into nothingness."

"You think this is a weakness?"

Lin An suddenly shattered his ribcage, allowing the chains to pierce his heart.

"This body has long been a vessel for the blood debts of the dragon race!"

The primordial chaos fire erupted from the core of the Reverse Scale Universe, burning in reverse along the chains.

The bronze bodies of the three priests began to melt, revealing the writhing dragon organs inside them. These were actually substitute puppets made from the reincarnations of Lin An throughout the ages!

Sensing the danger to its host, the Nine-Turn Demon-Slaying Blade suddenly severed its tip.

The flying fragments pierced the foreheads of the three priests, revealing the remnants of the dragon soul sealed within.

Lin An roared, shattering the chains binding him. A judge's pen, forged from blood debts, appeared in his palm, and he inscribed the sins on the tainted scales of his body.

Those who steal fish will be condemned to eternal damnation!

The moment the brush touched the paper, a forest of 100,000 bronze steles appeared in the void.

Each tombstone bears the true name of the ancient bronze tribe, and the inscriptions are written using the stolen Dragon Fortune.

The Mysterious Mirror refracts the light and shadow of the heavens, projecting the inscription onto the depths of the fate of each fortune thief.

The priests let out inhuman screams as the dragon organs they had stolen suddenly backfired.

Lin An's severed life-bound reverse scale rose into the air, carrying the humiliation and anger of three hundred lifetimes, and was forcibly embedded back into his blood-soaked spine.

The newly formed dragon scales were even blacker than chaos, with a scarlet halo around their edges that seemed to judge all living beings.

"It doesn't hurt enough!"

He tore open the collapsing coffin containing the dragon with his bare hands and dug out half a dragon tooth from the bronze fragments.

"Back then, you used the teeth of the Ancestral Dragon to ravage our race's scales; today, you will taste the bitterness of an eye for an eye!"

Suddenly, the primordial dragons in the primordial chaos roared in unison, and the dragon teeth in Lin An's hand swelled up in response, transforming into a guillotine that spanned three thousand realms.

As the guillotine fell, the heavens resounded with the continuous sound of bronze shattering, and the fates of those who stole fortune from various realms were all cleaved open with a scarlet crack.

Suddenly, the Xuan Tian Mirror displayed an astonishing scene: deep within the Bronze Ancient Clan, a certain being was refining half of the ancestral dragon's skull into a wine vessel.

Lin An's blood-stained dragon horns suddenly grew, piercing through twelve layers of spacetime and striking towards that blasphemous land: "You're next!"

In the instant the dragon horn pierced through time and space, Lin An smelled the rotten scent of incense.

Deep within the bronze temple, three thousand human-skin lanterns suddenly opened their pupils, illuminating the eerie figure refining the skull of the progenitor dragon—it was the priest who had personally removed his reverse scale three hundred lifetimes ago!

So you're still alive!

Lin An's voice shook the rust off the bronze pillars of the temple. The Nine-Turn Demon-Slaying Blade sensed its mortal enemy and was ripped off from the spine, its spine splitting open with bloody eyes.

"I'll use your soul as a sacrifice for my clan's creation ceremony!"

The priest raised his hand, dipped it into the dragon's skull marrow, and drew a forbidden dragon-burying symbol in the air.

The moment the talisman took shape, the entire bronze temple began to rewind time, and the light from Lin An's sword strike flowed back to the blade.

Suddenly, the Xuan Tian Mirror flipped, revealing a suffocating truth—the torture of having its scales cut off was actually to use Lin An's pain to nourish the Bronze Divine Tree!

Does it hurt?

The priest's fingertips traced the dragon's eye sockets.

"The excruciating pain you endure in each reincarnation is the best nourishment for the divine tree."

The temple floor collapsed with a roar, revealing the tangled bronze tree roots.

Each root was entwined with the remains of Lin An's previous incarnation, and what hung from the branches were not fruits, but the heroic spirits of the dragon race who had been refined into bronze bells.

The sound of the bell ringing out was the mournful screams of Lin An's closest relatives throughout history.

The Reverse Scale Universe suddenly fell into a deathly silence, and a crack appeared in the chaotic core.

Lin An staggered half a step, and what rose in his throat was the blood residue he had swallowed during his initial sentencing years ago.

The Nine-Turn Demon-Slaying Blade let out a mournful cry, and the image of him kneeling in the ruins picking up the broken scales of his clansmen when the Eight Hundred Dragon Domains collapsed appeared on the blade.

The priest's bronze mask suddenly peeled off, revealing a face that bore a striking resemblance to Lin An: "Don't you understand yet? You are the most perfect vessel for the Bronze Ancient Clan!"

The Xuan Tian Mirror shattered instantly, and fragments pierced into major acupoints all over Lin An's body.

The pain activated a restriction buried for three hundred generations, and bronze-colored dragon vein patterns appeared on the surface of the skin.

Nine dragon-locking stakes descended from the temple dome, their surfaces inscribed with contracts of servitude personally signed by Lin An—the blood pact he forged with the Bronze Ancient Clan in his first life to save his people!

"The game is over!"

The priest raised his hand and summoned the bronze dagger from the core of the sacred tree.

"Come, let your father place the final crown upon your head!"

Lin An suddenly tore off a dragon horn, and with the tip dipped in the blood of the reverse scale, he wrote rapidly in the void.

Each stroke awakened the ancient relics of the suppressed dragon race: the Primordial Dragon Gate, the Immortal-Slaying Guillotine, the Heaven-Measuring Ruler... The shattered fragments of the Mysterious Heaven Mirror resonated and trembled, actually piecing together the complete Primordial Heaven-Mirror!

"You think a blood pact can hold me back?"

Lin An opened his ninth dragon eye on his forehead, his gaze reflecting the final scene of the Reverse Scale Universe.

"Three hundred lifetimes of torment, all for this moment of blood pact backlash!"

The ancestral dragon's skull suddenly trembled violently, and primordial chaos fire spewed from its hollow eye sockets.

Lin An plunged his bare hand into his own chest, pressing his burning, rebellious heart into the dragon's skull: "At the cost of my eternal damnation—I beg the Ancestor... to create the heavens!"

The instant the primordial dragon's skull devoured the heart of the Reverse Scale, the entire bronze temple began to collapse into a singularity.

The bronze dagger in the priest's hand suddenly melted into liquid, flowing backwards from his fingertips and corroding his entire body.

In a fit of shock and rage, he tore open the flesh, only to find that fine dragon scales had already grown from the bone marrow.

"How dare you..."

The priest's roar was crushed by the hum of the Primordial Mirror.

The mirror no longer reflects the present world, but the stormy night three hundred lifetimes ago—young Lin An was chained to the altar, and the reverse scale dug out by the bronze dagger flew into the child's palm on its own!

Spacetime formed a closed loop at that moment. Young Lin An suddenly looked up, his pupils reflecting the adult Reverse Scale Universe: "Father, the first lesson you taught me was..."

"Devouring to its master!"

The mirror images of reality and the past shattered simultaneously.

The adult Lin An's hand pierced through the priest's chest and grasped the bronze divine tree seed that had been born with the dragon clan's fortune.

The priest's skin cracked inch by inch, revealing the decaying dragon vein coiled within his body, which was actually the Heaven-Stealing Ridge pieced together from the bones of Lin An's reincarnations!

Suddenly, the bronze tree emitted the cry of an infant, and thousands of branches coiled up and entangled Lin An.

Countless miniature priests crawled out of the hanging bronze bells, gnawing at his dragon scales.

Suddenly, the Primordial Mirror of Heaven erupted with primordial chaos fire, dragging the entire tree into the mirror world to burn.

"You think you've won?"

The priest's mutilated body emitted a strange laugh, and the Heavenly Stealer's spine broke free from its physical constraints.

"From the moment you were born, you were the cauldron for nurturing my dragon veins!"

Three hundred pairs of dragon bone wings suddenly unfolded behind Lin An, each wing membrane reflecting a scene of a tragic death in a past life.

He flapped his wings, tearing through the void, and grabbed the Heaven-Stealing Ridge, slamming it into the skull of the Primordial Dragon: "Then let's see who the true furnace is!"

The moment the Heavenly Ridge touched the dragon's head, the sleeping ancestor suddenly opened its nine hundred vertical pupils.

The dragon clan's fortune, stolen by the Bronze Ancient Clan, transformed into a materialized golden rainstorm, flowing backwards into the Primordial Heavenly Mirror.

The mirror reflected a magnificent scene of eight million dragon souls dancing together, causing all the bronze in the heavens to fade in color.

The priest's remnant soul let out a desperate roar, and his Heaven-Stealing Ridge was regenerating flesh and blood in the dragon rain.

Lin An walked against the flow of time toward the skull of the ancestral dragon, and the faces of his relatives from past generations appeared in the blood lotus that bloomed beneath his feet.

When he touched the dragon's forehead, the entire Reverse Scale Universe suddenly shrank into a single dragon eye.

"It's time for a reckoning."

Lin An's sigh shattered three thousand bronze tablets.

"In the name of the progenitor..."

The Primordial Mirror of Heaven collapsed with a roar, its fragments transforming into countless stars.

Each star is a manifestation of the dragon race's destiny, trailing a dazzling tail of flame as it falls towards the myriad realms.

The bronze-cast sun and moon began to melt, and the dragon's shadow, reborn from the starlight, covered the sky.

The Nine-Turn Demon-Slaying Blade suddenly disintegrated on its own, and the blade fragments reassembled in the dragon rain.

When the last dragon scale was returned to its place, the priest finally realized that it was not a knife at all, but the ancestral dragon horn that had been severed by the Bronze Ancient Clan!

"Do not!!"

His screams rang out simultaneously with the sound of dragon horns piercing the air.

The reforged primordial dragon horn pierced through the heavens, and all realms tainted by the bronze poison began to collapse.

Lin Anjing stood in the center of the dragon rain, watching her body weather away along with the ancient bronze race.

At the last moment, he saw his seven-lifetime Daoist companions reunited in the mirror light, smiling and waving at him in front of the newly reborn Dragon Gate.

The roar of a dragon at the dawn of creation resounded throughout the universe, and a nursery rhyme could be faintly heard through the rain:

Bronze rust,

Reverse Scale Curse

After three hundred cycles of reincarnation, the boat will finally come to fruition.

Heartbreaker

Burial mound

Behold the new scales breaking through the sky.

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