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

Tell me, are you a demon in your heart?

Even though the warmth in his palm felt so real, and even though the primal power that had just been injected into his body was as vast as the ocean, he still couldn't believe it.

In countless nights, his longing gave rise to countless hallucinations. Each time he believed them to be true, it only added another cruel blow to his already shattered Dao heart.

Su Chang'an looked at the young man in front of him, who was covered in blood and whose nerves were so taut they were about to break, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

This unfilial son has been tormented to the point of mental illness.

She didn't explain; Chen Xuan, in his current state, wouldn't listen to any reason.

She simply rolled her eyes dramatically, her expression of "caring for the mentally challenged" vivid and utterly unadorned.

The next second, Su Chang'an raised his hand, put his two fingers together, and a cold, eerie soul light flickered at the tip of his finger.

With lightning speed, it struck Chen Xuan hard between the eyebrows.

"Get the hell out here!"

A cold, sharp shout exploded in Chen Xuan's mind like a thunderclap.

Chen Xuan was startled, and his pupils dilated instantly.

He felt an invisible hand forcefully enter the depths of his consciousness and grab the shadow that lingered in the corner of his soul.

"ah--!"

A heart-wrenching scream rang out.

Suddenly, Su Chang'an pulled his arm outward.

A phantom red shadow was forcibly "pulled" out from between Chen Xuan's eyebrows.

The red shadow struggled desperately in mid-air, emitting a piercing shriek, trying to return to Chen Xuan's body.

But Su Chang'an didn't give him a chance at all. With a flick of his wrist, a domineering soul force surged out.

"Snapped!"

The red figure was slammed heavily onto the muddy ground, rolling several times before stopping.

She was a woman dressed in revealing red clothes, whose face was exactly the same as Su Chang'an's, but whose temperament was full of bewitching charm.

It was the "red-clad inner demon" who accompanied Chen Xuan and whom he used as a punching bag and a source of comfort.

As soon as the inner demon landed, it immediately covered its head and curled up into a ball, uttering a practiced plea for mercy: "Don't hit me! Don't hit me! He's the one who wouldn't let me go! I just wanted to make a living, what did I do wrong..."

She raised her head, her face covered in snot and tears, showing no trace of the dignity of a nine-tailed celestial fox.

He's a complete pushover who's been beaten and is afraid of being bullied.

Chen Xuan stiffly lowered his head, looking at the utterly undignified fake at his feet.

He looked up again, staring at Su Chang'an, who was dressed in red with his arms crossed, his face clearly saying, "Are you stupid?"

High judgment.

The difference between genuine and counterfeit items becomes crystal clear at this moment.

The knot that had kept him from sleeping, from believing, from loving was finally shattered.

The immense impact caused Chen Xuan's mind to go blank for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable mix of bitterness and ecstasy, like a flood bursting its banks, overwhelmed all his rational defenses.

"real……"

Chen Xuan's lips trembled, and his eyes instantly turned red.

He suddenly stepped forward, opened his arms, and with all his might, pulled Su Chang'an tightly into his embrace.

That hug was too tight, too fierce.

It was as if they wanted to never let her leave their side again.

He buried his head deeply in Su Chang'an's neck, and his scalding tears instantly soaked her clothes.

The Asura who had just slain the divine son with a single sword strike, his murderous aura soaring to the heavens, was now crying like a child who had finally found his parents.

"You finally... came to find me."

His voice was hoarse, filled with endless grievances and lingering fear.

Su Chang'an was so choked that he almost couldn't catch his breath. He rolled his eyes and felt his ribs protesting.

But she didn't push him away.

Feeling Chen Xuan's body trembling violently, feeling that heavy, suffocating attachment, the softest part of her heart was still deeply touched.

She raised her hand and awkwardly patted Chen Xuan's back.

"Alright, how old are you? Stop crying, aren't you ashamed?"

He complained verbally, but his hands moved very gently.

But this warmth lasted only three breaths.

Su Chang'an suddenly remembered something, his expression changed, and he slapped Chen Xuan on the back of the head, saying irritably, "Let go! You're strangling your father! Get back to work!"

Chen Xuan was stunned by the blow, instinctively letting go and looking at her blankly, tears still glistening in the corners of his eyes: "Is it serious business?"

Su Chang'an pointed to Ji Wushuang's headless corpse not far away, exclaiming with exasperation, "Go loot it! That's the Divine Child of Zhongzhou, he must have a lot of good stuff on him, are you stupid?"

Chen Xuan sniffed, and that fragile emotion instantly vanished completely.

He showed an almost instinctive obedience to Su Chang'an.

"oh."

Chen Xuan responded, behaving as obediently as a well-behaved wolfhound.

He turned around and walked to Ji Wushuang's corpse, skillfully took off the storage ring, and picked up the fallen Great Saint Weapon "Burning Heaven Divine Furnace".

He handed the ring to Su Chang'an, his eyes filled with a hint of flattery.

Su Chang'an took it and forcefully probed it with his divine sense.

A moment later, she pouted and threw the ring back to Chen Xuan with a look of disgust.

"What kind of poor ghost god?"

Su Chang'an couldn't help but be sarcastic, "Besides a few million spirit stones and a few broken magic treasures, they don't even have a few decent ten-thousand-year-old spiritual herbs. With this kind of wealth, they dare to pretend to be rich? Is the Ji family of Zhongzhou about to go bankrupt?"

Looking at Su Chang'an's greedy and picky appearance, Chen Xuan couldn't help but smile slightly.

is her.

This is her.

Even if she changed time and space and experienced life and death, she was still Su Chang'an, who was sharp-tongued but soft-hearted, greedy and protective of her own.

Just as the two were dividing the spoils without a care in the world, something unexpected happened.

The "Heaven-Burning Divine Furnace" held in Chen Xuan's left hand suddenly trembled violently.

"Buzz—!"

An ancient, weathered, and terrifying pressure erupted from the furnace opening without warning.

Chen Xuan's expression changed, and the divine furnace in his hand instantly became scorching hot, as if he were holding a miniature sun.

He had no choice but to let go and retreat abruptly.

The divine furnace floated in mid-air, its runes flashing wildly.

An ancient and majestic phantom rose from the furnace opening, rapidly expanding into a hundred-foot-tall giant of light and shadow, overlooking the Valley of Broken Souls.

That was a divine soul imprint left inside the divine furnace by the Ji family patriarch!

The illusory figure of the ancestor lowered his head and glanced at Ji Wushuang, whose head was separated from his body. His boundless rage instantly ignited the entire world.

"How dare you, you brat!"

The roar was like thunder, shattering the rain of blood that filled the sky.

"You have killed our clan's divine son and severed our clan's destiny! No matter who you are, today your soul will be extracted and refined, and you will never be reincarnated!"

The terrifying pressure of a quasi-emperor level descended like a mountain collapsing, crashing down upon them.

In the distance, Chen Fan and other collateral disciples of the Chen family, who had just gotten up, didn't even have time to scream before they were bleeding from all seven orifices and collapsed back into the mud, their faces filled with despair.

That's what you call depth and substance.

This is what is called the imperial family.

If the younger one is beaten, the older one will inevitably be brought down.

The ancestor of the Ji family formed hand seals and controlled the Heaven-Burning Divine Furnace.

"boom!"

The divine furnace overturned, spewing out world-destroying golden crow fire that was ten times more violent than before.

The golden flames transformed into nine thick chains, sealing off all escape routes from Broken Soul Valley and forming a fiery cage, intending to strangle Chen Xuan on the spot.

At this moment, the mist at the entrance of Broken Soul Valley surged.

The various prodigies finally arrived at the scene, led by the aloof and elegant goddess of the Wang family, dressed in white.

As soon as everyone arrived, they witnessed this earth-shattering scene.

"It's the quasi-emperor mark of the Ji family patriarch!" someone exclaimed, their face deathly pale. "Ji Wushuang is dead? How is this possible? Who was that person with the broken sword?"

The goddess of the Wang family stared in shock at the nine fiery chains that sealed off the heavens and earth, and gasped in astonishment.

"Power that touches the level of laws... Although it cannot unleash the full power of a Quasi-Emperor, this attack is at least the full power of a Great Sage. That abandoned son of the Chen family is finished."

Everyone predicted that Chen Xuan would die.

The chains of fire, carrying the intense heat of burning the void, came swarming in from all directions.

Chen Xuan stood still, his black hair dancing wildly.

He didn't look at the phantom in the sky, but instead turned around and glanced at Su Chang'an behind him.

Su Chang'an was leaning lazily against a boulder, even yawning, showing no intention of making a move.

She gestured with her chin towards Chen Xuan, the meaning was clear:

You unfilial son, go and break this old man's teeth.

Chen Xuan turned around, his eyes becoming even sharper.

Instead of retreating, he stepped forward heavily, facing the raging flames.

"Old man, you dare to talk back to me with just a mark?"

Chen Xuan snorted coldly.

The remaining Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox essence within his body resonated perfectly with his own ultimate killing sword intent.

The rusty broken sword in his hand emitted a clear, sharp sound once again.

The dark golden light surged, no longer as thin as a wisp of silk, but transformed into a magnificent sword pillar that pierced through the heavens and the earth.

"cut!"

Chen Xuan gripped his sword with both hands and slashed fiercely at the nine chains of fire that were coming towards him.

There are no fancy techniques.

Only pure power and an unstoppable killing intent.

"laugh--"

The dark gold sword light struck the fire chain, producing a crisp, metallic clang.

Then, something happened that left everyone speechless.

Those nine golden crow fire chains, which were said to be able to burn anything, were cut off like fragile rotten wood by this sword!

The fiery rain scattered across the sky.

The sword light continued its relentless advance, heading straight for the illusory figure of the ancestor in mid-air.

"What?!"

The illusory figure of the ancestor let out an incredulous and furious roar.

He sensed a threat. The broken sword contained an aura that made even his mark tremble.

"Crush me!"

The ancestor's phantom extended a massive hand that blotted out the sky, attempting to directly confront the sword light.

"boom--!"

The sword light slashed at the giant hand, cutting a huge gash in the ancestor's phantom palm.

Light rain splashed.

The ancestor's illusory figure twisted violently, becoming slightly transparent in an instant.

Outside the valley entrance.

The eyes of Wang Jia Shen Nu and the others widened in shock as they stared intently at the battlefield, unable to believe their eyes.

"He...he damaged the Quasi-Emperor's Mark?"

"That's a quasi-emperor! Even if it's just a mark, it's not something anyone can mess with! What makes him, a cripple with a shattered foundation, think he can?!"

"That sword...there's something wrong with it!"

Just as everyone was in shock.

Su Chang'an, who had been leaning against the boulder watching the show, had a sly glint in his eyes.

She casually straightened her red sleeves, but her fingertips flicked lightly in the shadows.

A barely perceptible wisp of crimson flame followed the ground, silently merging into the shadow beneath Chen Xuan's feet, and instantly disappearing into the broken sword.

That is the Phoenix True Fire.

It is the power of Nirvana, and also the source of destruction.

Chen Xuan felt the broken sword in his hand suddenly tremble, and a warm and domineering power instantly surged into the sword.

He understood immediately, and the murderous intent in his eyes surged to its peak.

"die!"

Chen Xuan twisted his wrist.

The dark gold light on the broken sword instantly turned into a deep, pitch-black aura, a black, malevolent energy that devoured everything, mixed with the destructive power of the Phoenix True Fire.

The sword swept across.

"Snap!"

A crisp cracking sound echoed throughout the Valley of Broken Souls.

The once invincible mark of the Ji family patriarch began to show fine cracks from the waist down under this sword strike.

The cracks spread rapidly, instantly covering the entire body.

"No—! This can't be! What kind of fire is this?!"

The illusory figure of the ancestor let out a final, mournful scream.

next second.

Its massive body collapsed with a deafening roar, twisted into a shower of light by the black, malevolent energy, and vanished into the world.

Clang.

The Great Saint Weapon, the Heaven-Burning Divine Furnace, which had lost the support of the mark, let out a mournful cry, lost all its light, and crashed heavily at Chen Xuan's feet, completely surrendering.

The world was utterly silent.

Only the mournful sound of the wind blowing through the Valley of Broken Souls.

Chen Xuan, carrying the blood-dripping broken sword, stepped on Ji Wushuang's headless corpse and slowly turned his head.

Those emotionless eyes coldly swept across the valley entrance.

Wherever his gaze fell, those arrogant geniuses of the Central Continent felt their scalps tingle and instinctively retreated, not daring to even breathe.

That's too fierce.

This is no useless person at all; he is clearly a killing god who crawled out of hell!

Not far away, Chen Fan and other disciples from the collateral branches of the Chen family were already terrified, trembling as they knelt and kowtowed, their foreheads hitting the rocks and bleeding profusely, but they dared not stop.

In their eyes, Chen Xuan at this moment was a god who could not be looked at directly.

In deathly silence.

The goddess of the Wang family took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in her heart.

She stared intently at the broken sword in Chen Xuan's hand, which looked like scrap metal, her eyes flashing with extreme suspicion and a hidden greed.

As a descendant of the Wang family, she could tell that a sword capable of bearing such violent sword intent and shattering the mark of a quasi-emperor was no ordinary object.

"Walk."

The goddess of the Wang family gave the order decisively, her voice low and urgent.

She glanced deeply at Chen Xuan and the mysterious woman in red behind him, then without hesitation, quietly led the Wang family members to retreat.

This young man is too sharp and powerful; he cannot be defeated by force.

As the goddess of the Wang family retreated, the other prodigies also woke up from their daze and scattered like birds and beasts.

They had to get this earth-shattering news out.

Chen Xuan of the Northern Region slays the Divine Child and shatters the Emperor's Soul!

This terrifying and infamous reputation will, in the shortest possible time, sweep across the entire Three Emperors' Secret Realm like a plague, shaking the Central Continent.

However, no one noticed.

Deep within the Valley of Broken Souls, in that dark, poisonous miasma that can even devour divine consciousness.

A pair of enormous eyes slowly opened.

His gaze pierced through the thick fog, precisely locking onto the backs of Chen Xuan and Su Chang'an.

A murmur, tinged with endless vicissitudes and calculation, echoed softly in the void:

"What perfect sword bones... what a familiar celestial fox essence..."

"This game has finally come to a successful conclusion..."

There are poems:

The broken sword is reforged to slay the arrogant, and the desire to capture the demon in the sea of ​​consciousness has not yet subsided.

The ancestral spirits, enraged, burned in the cold furnace; the phoenix fire secretly passed through, like the law.

The divine son's death shocked the northern region; his mangled body stained his old red robe with blood.

A demonic eye opens deep within the poisonous miasma; a game of chess awaits tomorrow.