The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 514 Severing the Shackles of the Past Life
Stepping into the temple, Lang Jiuchuan looked at the white jade statue with a sorrowful yet somewhat annoyed expression. With a slight thought, she opened her Heavenly Eye and saw the power of the believers' faith transform into incredibly strong golden threads that pierced through the void, wrapped around the jade statue, and then extended outwards.

However, this extension does not spread throughout the world to nourish the living beings in this land, but rather falls in a certain direction.

A cold glint appeared in Lang Jiuchuan's eyes. He withdrew his gaze and stretched out his fingertips to feel the wisps of golden wish power.

The golden power of vows surged forth, warm, devout, and containing immense strength—the power of faith. Though it fell upon 'her,' she felt no joy whatsoever, for it had become heavy yet gentle shackles, silently binding her fortune to the Great Dan Dynasty, nourishing and sustaining it.

This is the brilliance of the Dragon Imprisonment Formation.

Using the imperial mausoleum as a cage, she was suppressed, her divine soul and fortune were used to nourish the dragon vein, and the merits and vows she gained were used to improve the nation's fortune. The more merits she accumulated, the more she contributed, and the stronger the shackles became, making it impossible to break free.

Tantai Qing not only draws energy from her death, but also uses her existence in the hearts of these 100,000 living beings to continuously transport blood for the Great Dan Kingdom.

What ruthless methods, what ingenious schemes!
As Lang Jiuchuan approached the jade statue, the fervent believers around her seemed not to see her, continuing to kneel and worship devoutly, completely unaware that the 'goddess' in their hearts was right beside them.

As she stood before the jade statue, the golden power of vows seemed to pause for a moment, then hesitantly surged towards her, as if confirming something, slowly penetrating her five senses and soul.

Looking at the jade statue of Langjiuchuan from his past life, Jiang Che muttered, "He was still a child..."

Yes, he was still a child, and he was already put in this situation.

Lang Jiuchuan met the compassionate gaze of the jade statue, a hint of pity and resentment flashing in his eyes. A cold smile curved his lips as he whispered, "What a fine shrine. I deserve it, but you do not deserve my gratitude."

She slowly raised her hand, her ten fingers flying in a series of hand seals. In an instant, a pure and incomparably refined true essence, belonging to her own origin, emerged from her fingertips. She looked at the wisps of golden wish power, and with a flick of her fingertips, the vast essence severed the wish power, causing a subtle change.

The power of prayer within the entire temple paused slightly, becoming more blind and bewildered, hesitant about whether to surge toward the jade statue, yet also hesitant about the real aura before them.

Who exactly is their faith?

Is it an illusory figure on the stone platform, or the real presence right in front of me?
With no outlet for their willpower, a sense of unease began to stir.

With its eyes wide open, Chehu leaped off Lang Jiuchuan's shoulder and perched on the roof beam. It used its magic to draw the power of the wish over. Lang Jiuchuan didn't want it, and Da Dan didn't deserve it. It was an unclaimed object, so what if it intercepted it?
Lang Jiuchuan did not stop Jiang Che's actions. He placed his hands in a mudra on his forehead, his divine soul, and silently recited: "I, Lang Jiuchuan, am not a god worshipped by the masses. My saving of the city in the past was out of personal compassion, not for incense offerings, not for the sake of Dadan, but simply to follow my heart. The cause and effect of heaven and earth will continue in endless cycles, and all things will return to nothingness..."

Suddenly, a loud booming sound rang out.

Those wishes seemed to be crushed by the power of the laws of heaven and earth, and began to churn, surging wildly towards Langjiuchuan, but she resisted them from entering. Helplessly, the power of faith could only gradually dissipate, transforming into pure energy that spread out and returned to heaven and earth.

Upon seeing this, Fuqi also hurriedly recited the Ghost Cultivation Technique to absorb that energy for his own use.

Lang Jiuchuan's urgency and determination to sever this connection forced some of the power of faith to retaliate, becoming restless and resentful, frantically trying to bind her tightly. Without the power of faith, how could she gain strength to survive, how could she channel fortune to Da Dan? Now she didn't want it anymore—it wasn't that simple.
"Stop entangled." She uttered a soft rebuke, her face expressionless as she changed her incantation, drawing upon the remaining violent power of her recent rebirth. The gentle willpower seemed to be frightened and intimidated, as if encountering its nemesis, and was instantly swept away, turning into nothingness.

At that moment, inside the shrine, the white jade statue made a slight cracking sound, and a tiny crack appeared on its originally smooth and flawless face.

The power of the vow that had been entwined around the jade statue receded like the tide, gradually dimming the flawless white jade statue.

A sharp-eyed believer noticed the change in the jade statue and exclaimed in surprise, pointing with a trembling hand: "The jade statue is cracked."

"Do you want to die, daring to point at the goddess?" The man slapped her finger away, then looked over, gasped, and turned pale: "How could this be?"

When they came in, it was spotless and translucent, but now it's dull and lifeless.

What happened?
"Is it because we are not devout enough?"

"Quick, go buy another set of incense and candles."

More and more people witnessed this scene and were terrified. They lit more incense and candles, but unfortunately, the jade statue lost its luster and instead developed more and more spider web-like cracks.

Lang Jiuchuan quietly looked at the jade statue, feeling the slight shackles binding his soul. As the power of his will could no longer entangle him and dissipated, the gentle shackles also broke.

She felt a lightness in her soul, as if a long-suppressed nail had been flung away, and her new Dao body also became lighter.

Lang Jiuchuan looked at the jade statue with its increasing cracks and smiled. The connection between her and Da Dan, which had been forcibly bound together, had finally been severed. As long as her physical body from her previous life was completely freed, it would be completely severed. If not, it didn't matter.

As long as her soul now has a new vessel, the skeleton suppressed in the imperial mausoleum will remain just a skeleton.

Lang Jiuchuan withdrew his finger, took one last look at the cracked jade statue and the somewhat bewildered believers, turned around, took a step out of the temple, and his figure disappeared.

The people of Pancheng continued to live peaceful lives. The only thing that was not peaceful was that the goddess Jiuchuan they worshipped, even though a new jade statue had been made, was no longer as lustrous as before. The incense at the shrine continued to burn, and the faith did not dissipate, but the power of their wishes could no longer be transmitted to another place through the jade statue.

Deep within the imperial mausoleum, the Imperial Advisor entered once more. As he watched one of the Xuan Iron Soul-Suppressing Chains, engraved with runes, break, and the restraint weakened, his expression finally turned cold.

He had put in so much effort and energy to glimpse a bit of the secrets of heaven and discover his own destiny. He had painstakingly planned for this for more than ten years, waiting for this turning point to appear. How could he let her escape?
"Qingyi, you will not escape unless your master allows it." The Grand Preceptor's voice echoed in the imperial mausoleum, and the only response was the slight creaking of the chains.

(End of this chapter)