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

Chen Tianyou stood at the bow of the bronze flying boat, his purple-gold robe fluttering in the gale, his shadow like a heavy mountain pressing down on the edge of the Dragon Burial Pit.

He slowly raised his right hand, his index and middle fingers joined together, and gently touched his chest with an almost sacred sense of ritual.

"Buzz—!"

Beneath the previously smooth fabric, the outline of a jagged bone suddenly came into view.

That was originally Chen Xuan's supreme bone, but now it was raging wildly inside his enemy's body.

Purple light surged forth like a tide, instantly permeating the surrounding thick fog.

The violent spiritual energy accumulated in the Dragon Burial Pit for tens of thousands of years, like subjects seeing their king, frantically converged above the flying boat.

In the blink of an eye, a Dharma image ten feet tall rose from the ground.

The image of the Buddha was wearing an imperial crown, its face blurred but its aura overwhelming, clearly a phantom of the Great Emperor!

"Chen Xuan, watch closely, this is the true use of the Supreme Bone."

A cruel smile curled at the corner of Chen Tianyou's lips. With a flick of his wrist, the Emperor's Dharma Image in mid-air moved accordingly.

The enormous Dharma image formed hand seals, exuding an overwhelming sense of pressure, and pressed down hard on Chen Xuan below!

Purple light converged, transforming into a gigantic, solid hand that blotted out the sky in mid-air. Even before the palm arrived, the black stone ground below had already begun to crack inch by inch.

Chen Xuan stood at the edge of the pit, the strong wind tousling his black hair.

He gripped the broken sword tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning a ghastly pale from the excessive force.

The foundation of his Dao within him, already riddled with holes, was now like an overloaded engine, emitting a teeth-grinding roar.

"Open it... for me!"

Chen Xuan let out a low roar, his knees bent slightly, and the black stone beneath his feet instantly shattered into powder.

He transformed into a black lightning bolt, advancing instead of retreating, soaring into the sky to meet the purple palm that was powerful enough to shatter mountains!

The broken sword swept across the sky, drawing out a jet-black, malevolent sword beam that slammed into the center of the giant palm.

"boom--!!!"

The two forces clashed head-on in mid-air, and the violent aftershocks exploded in a ring, pulverizing the rocks within a radius of a hundred meters.

Chen Xuan clenched his teeth, his arm muscles spasming violently.

He was like a mayfly, desperately resisting the giant hand that symbolized destiny.

However, just as he was preparing to tear a path to survival with all his might, a bone-chilling cold suddenly erupted from the depths of his dantian!

The chill was like a venomous snake, flowing upstream along the meridians, instantly freezing and extinguishing the surging spiritual energy wherever it passed.

"How could this be...?"

The black aura on the broken sword instantly dissipated.

Unable to resist, the purple palm slammed down, striking the broken sword heavily.

"Bang!"

Chen Xuan was like a meteorite, slammed directly into the black rock layer from mid-air, stirring up clouds of dust.

He knelt on one knee in the center of the pit, his broken sword stuck in a crevice in the rock, supporting his swaying body.

"puff--"

A mouthful of blood spurted onto his chest, the bloodstains on the black stone a shocking sight.

The bones in his right shoulder were completely dislocated from the impact, his hand was split open, and blood dripped down the hilt of his sword.

But he still stared intently at Chen Tianyou above him, his eyes filled with unyielding hatred, burning with intense rage.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Chen Tianyou stood on the flying boat, his laughter unrestrained and wild, echoing back and forth in the empty sinkhole.

An elder of the Chen family appeared silently behind him and whispered a few words in his ear.

Chen Tianyou's smile deepened as he looked down at the disheveled Chen Xuan, his voice infused with spiritual power, echoing throughout the entire area:

"My dear brother, don't you find it strange? Why did the spiritual energy suddenly cut off at the crucial moment?"

He patted the railing of the airship, his tone mocking as if he were watching a monkey show:

"You really think that the thing Chen Fan gave you was a Qi Gathering Pill to help you restore your spiritual power?"

Chen Xuan's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

Chen Tianyou pointed at the group of dumbfounded collateral relatives behind him, laughing so hard that tears were about to fall from his eyes:

"The outer shell of that pill is indeed a Qi Gathering Pill, but what's hidden inside is a Soul Dispersing Pill—specifically designed to dissolve spiritual energy and erode one's Dao foundation!"

"You poured your heart and soul into protecting these scumbags, even willing to go to war with the Wang family for them. And what was the result?"

"Just to have their name on the family tree, and for those pitiful cultivation resources, they personally fed you laced poison!"

"Chen Xuan, you stray dog, in the end even the dog you were protecting turned on you. How does that feel?"

The entire room fell silent.

The collateral descendants, who had been gripping their weapons and preparing to fight to the death, were now completely dumbfounded.

They turned their heads, and their eyes all focused on Chen Fan at the front of the group.

"Chen Fan! What the hell did you do?!"

Chen Mu was the first to break down. He threw away his long knife, rushed forward, and grabbed Chen Fan by the collar, his eyes red-rimmed.

The surrounding collateral relatives also collapsed to the ground, their eyes losing their light.

The Soul-Scattering Pill is a poison specifically designed to cripple a person's cultivation.

If you eat it, your foundation will be destroyed, your spiritual power will be depleted, and you will be reduced to a mortal.

They looked at Chen Fan with a mixture of despair, incomprehension, and overwhelming hatred in their eyes.

"To get into the family genealogy... you actually betrayed your elder brother?"

Curses and cries mingled together at the edge of the Dragon Burial Pit.

Seeing this scene from afar, the goddess of the Wang family completely relaxed. She elegantly put away the array talisman, a cold smile of schadenfreude playing on her lips.

"Internal strife? What a show."

She secretly rejoiced that she hadn't fought back; the Chen family members were more ruthless than anyone else when it came to killing each other.

Meanwhile, Su Chang'an was still sitting lazily beside the collapsed stone pillar.

She held a handful of sunflower seeds in her hand, cracking them open with gusto, and even took a couple of sips of water to moisten her throat.

She didn't even flinch at the betrayal that was enough to break anyone.

In fact, she had seen through it the moment Chen Fan handed her the pill. In fact, she even forced Chen Xuan to swallow it herself.

She brushed the crumbs from her palm, glanced past the heavily injured Chen Xuan, and then lightly swept her gaze over Chen Tianyou on the flying boat, her eyes so deep they were unfathomable.

"The slap in the face has to be ruthless for the reversal to be satisfying. You unfilial son, you'll have to suffer this time, but I'll carry you to victory later." She thought to herself.

In the crowd, Chen Mu punched Chen Fan hard in the face.

Chen Fan was knocked to the side, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't fight back or offer any explanation.

He pushed Chen Mu aside and, amidst the scorn of the crowd, walked expressionlessly toward the deep pit.

He stepped over the gravel, walking step by step toward Chen Xuan's back.

Five steps.

He stood five steps behind Chen Xuan, his back ramrod straight, as if awaiting final judgment.

Chen Tianyou looked down at the scene from the airship, his laughter growing even more rampant: "Chen Fan, well done! Come and collect your reward. From now on, you're the watchdog of my Chen family's direct line!"

Chen Fan ignored Chen Tianyou; he just stared at Chen Xuan's blood-soaked back, a resolute look in his eyes that no one could understand.