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

Darkness. Endless darkness.

Su Chang'an's consciousness was sinking.

She could neither hear the wind nor feel her own weight.

But Chen Xuan's last gaze remained etched into her soul.

The blood from the tear in her eye, and the way his mouth opened when he called her name. She couldn't hear that voice anymore.

My heart is aching.

"Chen Xuan..."

Su Chang'an spoke in the darkness. She couldn't hear her own voice.

A tearing pain shot through her chest. It was the trauma of having her soul forcibly ripped away, and it was also the most direct sensation she felt upon regaining consciousness.

The image of Li Changgeng's foot stepping on his back is indelible, as is the sound of his spine breaking.

That rebellious son's hand bones are already broken, and his Dao foundation has only just been rebuilt. He can't hold on any longer.

He couldn't hold on any longer, and Chen Daolin was still waiting outside. She vividly remembered the final fate of the Ji family's divine son.

Su Chang'an struggled desperately.

Will Li Changgeng kill Chen Xuan?

Will Chen Daolin immediately drain his blood?

Su Chang'an struggled desperately.

She wanted to ignite the Celestial Fox's essence, to set the Phoenix's true fire ablaze. She had to go back. That rebellious son was a mad dog; once she disappeared, he would recklessly throw his life away.

He will bleed his last drop of blood in the Guiyuan Hall.

A red light flashed in the corner of my consciousness from the system panel. The text was a blurry mess.

"synchronous……"

A few broken syllables hit Su Chang'an's head.

Then, a crack was torn open in the darkness.

The light pierced through. It was very white and very bright. So bright that she couldn't open her eyes.

Su Chang'an gasped for breath. She was awake.

cold.

A biting chill enveloped us from all directions. This wasn't the eerie cold of the Guiyuan Palace's underground, but the real, visceral chill of wind and snow blowing against our skin.

Su Chang'an opened his eyes.

The field of vision was very low. She wasn't seeing straight ahead at eye level, but rather from a perspective very close to the ground.

Everywhere I looked was white snow. An endless expanse of white.

The wind whipped up chunks of snow that pelted my face.

She wanted to stand up. She wanted to mobilize her spiritual power, tear through the void, and rush back to the Chen family's ancestral land. She had to find Chen Xuan.

She tried to raise her right hand.

In my line of sight, a red paw was raised. The paw was covered with thick red fur, and tiny ice crystals were stuck at the tips of the fur.

Su Chang'an was stunned.

This is not her body.

She is now a quasi-emperor at the peak of her divine soul, and she has long since taken human form. Even if she reveals her true form, she is still a white fox, and after the fusion of her essence, she is only dressed in red. But this paw is a true fox paw. Moreover, it is old and frail, and although its fur is red, it exudes a sense of decay and exhaustion.

She wanted to put her claws down.

The claws didn't move.

Or rather, the owner of this body had no intention of putting down the claw. The red claw hovered in mid-air for a moment, then landed steadily on the snow.

It made a "creaking" sound.

Su Chang'an was greatly shocked.

She tried to retract the claw.

The claws didn't move.

She tried to open her mouth, but it felt like it wasn't hers.

She tried to activate the essence of the Heavenly Fox, but nothing came of it.

It has no spiritual power, no origin, and no Phoenix True Fire.

Her soul was trapped deep within those eyes, like a caged beast that could see the wind and snow outside, feel the chill on its fur, and hear the crunch of its claws on the snow.

But she couldn't move or speak.

Su Chang'an spent his entire life calculating how to control even the tip of a tail.

She had been calculating since the day she transmigrated, but she had never considered this step: being trapped in someone else's body as a spectator.

The body is moving forward.

He was on all fours. His steps were slow and heavy.

The wind and snow were heavy. The sound of the snow sweeping across the open fields drowned out everything.

Su Chang'an forced herself to calm down. She stopped thinking about Chen Xuan, because the more she thought about it, the more confused she became.

She's trapped here and has to figure out where she is and whose body this is.

The system notification sounds were long gone. Her soul was synchronized. She was now synchronized with the locked body in the abyss below.

This body belongs to the nine-tailed celestial fox that lies beneath the Guiyuan Palace.

Su Chang'an's gaze followed the body's movements, swaying slightly.

Time never speaks, yet it writes all the causes and effects at the end of the wind and snow.

This snowfield stretches endlessly. The horizon is sharply defined by the wind; there are no mountains, no trees.

A scene surfaced in Su Chang'an's memory—this snowfield was among the fragments transmitted through Li Changgeng's spiritual veins. A snowfield from three thousand years ago.

Her breath hitched. This isn't the time.

This body walked for a long time in the snow.

So long that Su Chang'an could feel waves of soreness in the joints of his four legs. This celestial fox was too old and too tired. Every step required an immense amount of effort.

A black dot appeared in the snowstorm ahead.

Tianhu paused for a moment.

Su Chang'an's gaze froze on that black dot.

The black dot grew larger little by little in the wind and snow.

That was a person.

A very small person.

Tianhu started walking again, heading towards that person.

As they drew closer, Su Chang'an could see the person's face clearly.

It was a little kid. He looked only fifteen or sixteen years old. He was unusually thin. His face was very pale, and his chin was so sharp it was almost piercing.

He was wearing a gray Taoist robe. The robe was far too large for him, dragging on the snow and covered in icy mud. Even with the sleeves rolled up three times, they were still long enough to cover the backs of his hands.

The little child stood in the snow, shivering all over.

His lips were purple from the cold. The tip of his nose was bright red. His eyelashes were covered in frost.

The wind and snow lashed against his thin Taoist robe, making it difficult for him to even stand; his body swayed from side to side with the force of the wind. But he didn't move. He kept his feet firmly planted in the snow, refusing to budge an inch.

Tianhu walked up to him and stopped.

Su Chang'an looked at the little baby through the eyes of the Heavenly Fox.

The little boy had his head down. His hands were raised in front of his chest, and in his palms he was holding something.

That's spiritual power.

Extremely weak spiritual energy.

The wisp of spiritual energy shimmered faintly in the wind and snow. Its shape was crooked and twisted, as if it could be blown away by the wind at any moment.

The little boy's hands trembled violently. He gritted his teeth, concentrating all his energy in his palms, trying his best to keep the spiritual energy from dissipating.

Tianhu looked at him.

Su Chang'an could sense something within this body. He couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

It's very heavy. Like carrying three thousand years' worth of snow, layer upon layer pressing down, pressing into the very bones.

Tianhu sat down in the snow.

Its nine tails spread out behind it, covering the snow. The red fur stood out starkly against the white snow.

The little child seemed to sense the arrival of the celestial fox.

He slowly raised his head.

It was a stubborn face. His lips, purple from the cold, were tightly pressed together. His eyes were bloodshot.

He looked at Tianhu with an almost obsessive seriousness in his eyes.

The little boy opened his mouth. His throat had long been hoarse from the cold wind, and the sound he made was like a broken bellows being pulled.

"master……"

He shouted those two words.

Su Chang'an's consciousness experienced a violent shock at this moment.

Li Changgeng.

This person, shivering in the wind and snow, clutching a ball of spiritual energy that was about to dissipate, looking like a little beggar who could barely stand, was the quasi-emperor three thousand years later, who shattered Chen Xuan's hand bones with a single finger. He was the founder of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect.

The little child extended the spiritual energy in his hand forward.

He moved very slowly, afraid that if he moved too much, the wind would blow away his spiritual energy.

He presented the crooked ball of spiritual energy to the celestial fox.

"I... have gathered together."

The little baby's voice trembled and broke off.

He used all his strength to push the ball of spiritual energy forward.

The wind suddenly picked up at that moment.

The faint wisp of spiritual energy left his palm. It paused in mid-air for less than a breath.

Then, they dispersed.

It shattered into countless silver specks. Landing on the snow, it instantly melted into water and vanished without a trace.

The little baby's hand froze in mid-air.

His eyes were fixed on the disappearing points of light. His eyes instantly welled up with tears.

He didn't cry out. He bit his lower lip hard, until it bled. Drops of blood dripped down his chin into the snow, leaving red craters.

He pulled his hand back, clenching it into a tight fist, and hid it inside his wide sleeve.

Tianhu looked at him.

Su Chang'an sensed that Tianhu sighed.

This is not a sigh uttered from the mouth, but a long sigh from the depths of the heart.

The celestial fox raised its right forepaw.

The red claws swept through the air, bringing with them a faint warmth.

The claws landed.

Gently pat the baby's head.

The baby's body suddenly stiffened.

The celestial fox gently rubbed his head twice with its paws. The movements were light and slow, carrying an indescribable indulgence.

The little child could no longer hold back his tears, which fell in large drops onto the snow.

Su Chang'an was trapped in those eyes, watching this scene unfold.

The snowstorm didn't stop.

The celestial fox rubbed the little baby's head twice with its paws.

Then, Su Chang'an saw the celestial fox lower its head, pick up one of its own tails that had fallen into the snow with its mouth, go around behind the little boy, and wrap it up.

That movement sent a violent jolt through Su Chang'an's consciousness.

The movement of wrapping her tail around a person was exactly the same as the movement she made when she wrapped three-year-old Chen Xuan in the sealed cave.