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

The ruins returned to deathly silence.

The snowstorm in the far north subsided briefly, but then swept in again, accompanied by sharp ice shards.

Su Chang'an squeezed out the last bit of Heavenly Fox essence and Phoenix True Fire from the depths of his soul.

She ruthlessly suppressed both Gu Xiang and Bai Yin, who had gone mad, along with the broken sword that had gone berserk.

This kind of overdraft that exceeds the limit immediately leads to a fatal backlash.

The crimson flames that covered her soul and were powerful enough to intimidate even Great Sages and Quasi-Emperors were completely extinguished when the broken sword crashed into the snow.

Without the support of its original power, the sense of emptiness that specifically targets the soul assails across the Spiritless Snowfield.

It was like countless fine, sharp knives, piercing deep into the depths of her soul.

Su Chang'an's already semi-transparent body began to flicker violently.

The gray-white hem of the skirt was torn apart by the cold wind, turning into large patches of light that silently peeled away with the airflow towards the surrounding ruins.

She even found it difficult to stand.

His figure swayed precariously in the wind, and his vision began to be swallowed by large patches of darkness.

Gu Xiang knelt on both knees in the snow, which was covered with ice shards and gravel.

His chest heaved as he coughed up a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

Dark red blood dripped down his withered chin, creating shocking craters in the snow in front of him.

He traversed millions of miles of space, forcefully igniting his life force to unleash the power of his words.

Su Chang'an then forcibly stripped him of the Phoenix True Fire that was supporting his body.

At this moment, all the meridians in his body had been broken inch by inch, and he could not even maintain the most basic circulation of spiritual energy.

But his bloodshot eyes were fixed on the familiar yet unfamiliar red-clad phantom in front of him.

Gu Xiang forcefully slammed the brush, stained with his heart's blood, onto the ground.

Bleeding was seeping from the withered fingers due to excessive force.

He gritted his teeth, his jaw muscles bulging as he endured the pain.

Driven by an utterly unreasonable obsession, he used the nearly broken calligraphy brush to prop himself up on the ground.

He shakily pulled his broken body out of the snow, bit by bit.

Gu Xiang dragged his legs, which had completely lost all feeling.

They moved towards Su Chang'an, leaving bloody footprints with each step.

The extreme cold of the far north froze the bloodstains on his thin blue shirt, yet he felt no cold.

A kind of obsession rekindled in those dull eyes.

He looked at the remnant soul that was constantly peeling away its light spots.

His chapped lips trembled violently, and his hoarse voice revealed a desperate, unwavering determination that transcended thousands of miles and burned away all life.

"Qing'er...don't be afraid, I'm here to take you home."

The call echoed through the desolate ruins.

With the solemnity and resolute determination to follow one's fate to the death that are characteristic of Confucian disciples.

The silence was broken by the sound of falling rocks at the bottom of the deep pit not far away.

Bai Yin's enormous body struggled to turn over at the bottom of the pit.

The wound on his back, cut by the Quasi-Emperor's Law, was so deep that the bone was visible.

The skin and flesh rolled outwards, revealing the pale spine inside.

Fresh blood gushed out from his waist, soaking the soil at the bottom of the pit into a dark red color.

The physical recovery ability of a Great Saint Realm cultivator is rendered ineffective under the suppression of the Quasi-Emperor Law.

Every breath he took was accompanied by excruciating pain that seemed to tear his internal organs apart.

But Baek In had long since lost the ability to feel pain.

His eyes, bloodshot and bright red from excessive blood flow, showed no regard for his injuries or the collapsing space around him.

All that remained in his sight was that lingering soul about to dissipate in the wind and snow.

Bai Yin pressed his hands, covered in mud and blood, against the edge of the deep pit.

Ten fingers were deeply embedded in the hard obsidian.

Using his physical strength, he dragged his heavy, mountain-like body out of the pit.

He stepped on the sharp pebbles scattered on the ground, his tall body uncontrollably hunched over.

He stumbled and walked toward Su Chang'an.

With each step he took, a long trail of blood would be left on the ground behind his back.

"Little Nine..."

Bai Yin's voice conveyed a mixture of ecstatic joy at regaining what was lost and the dread of watching the remnant soul dissipate.

He stretched out his large, blood-stained hands, trying to touch it.

But then it froze in mid-air, afraid that its rough movements would hasten its demise.

"I've found you, and I'll never let go again."

Gu Xiang and Bai Yin, one came from the south, and the other approached from the west.

The two were dragging along injuries severe enough to kill any cultivator on the spot.

They stopped when they were only ten feet away from Su Chang'an.

The wind and snow formed a strange vortex between the three of them.

Gu Xiang and Bai Yin clearly heard the affectionate and possessive term of endearment used by the other.

Qing'er.

Xiao Jiu.

These two completely different names both point to the remnant soul before them.

It pierced straight into their already taut nerves.

Their gazes collided violently in mid-air, passing over Su Chang'an's illusory head.

A chilling, deadly aura emanated from the air.

The snowflakes falling around them were crushed into nothingness and white mist by this tangible killing intent.

Gu Xiang's withered face was covered with frost.

A faint yet immense sense of righteousness rekindled deep within his eyes.

He straightened his hunched back, regaining the aloofness and sternness befitting the prime minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

His tone conveyed a condescending contempt and an inviolable authority.

"presumptuous!"

Gu Xiang's hoarse voice carried the imposing authority of Confucian truths.

He stared intently at Bai Yin, who was covered in blood, his eyes filled with disgust.

"How dare this lowly tiger demon address my Great Zhou Empress by her given name?"

Upon hearing the words "Empress of the Great Zhou," Bai Yin's eye muscles twitched violently.

He laughed in his anger, a muffled rumble emanating from his chest.

He then turned his head away and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva mixed with fragments of internal organs.

His scarlet eyes burned with wild ferocity as he retorted with merciless mockery.

"Where did this penniless wretch come from, acting like a madman?"

Bai Yin's voice had the roughness of rubbing iron together, carrying the arrogant arrogance of a great demon saint.

"Xiao Jiu is my lawfully wedded wife from Yunmengze. I've waited for her for three thousand years, and I'd even defy the heavens for her. Who do you think you are, daring to lay a finger on my woman?"

The words "bandit's wife" completely ignited the anger that Gu Xiang had been suppressing in his heart.

His usual sense of propriety and restraint was completely burned to ashes at this moment.

He raised his left hand and ripped open the already tattered blue shirt, revealing his withered chest.

Beneath his thin skin, a heart radiating a warm, reddish glow and beating violently was clearly visible.

That was the Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart that Su Qing had forcibly inserted into his body at Luofeng Slope, risking her life for him.

It is also the only proof that he was able to travel thousands of miles to get here.

"She gave me both the Phoenix True Fire and her life essence!"

Gu Xiang pointed to the wildly beating Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart inside his chest cavity and let out a heart-wrenching roar at Bai Yin.

The corner of his eye was cracked and bleeding.

"We once worshipped Heaven and Earth at Luofeng Slope. She is my wife, the woman of my youth, and the legitimate heir recognized by the destiny of my Great Zhou! How dare you, a beast with fur and horns, spout such nonsense here, defiling her with your filthy face!"

Facing Gu Xiang's heart, which exudes the aura of the celestial fox's origin.

Bai Yin's pupils contracted sharply.

But his innate instinct to protect his food would not allow him to back down in the slightest.

Without showing any weakness, he stretched out his blood-stained hands and tore open the tattered clothes on his chest.

His strong chest, covered with crisscrossing scars, was exposed.

On Bai Yin's left chest, near his heart, a dark red fox mark radiated a faint yet distinct warmth.

Although the mark was simple, it exuded an aura of connection with Su Chang'an's soul.

Bai Yin's eyes were bloodshot as he pointed at the mark and roared at Gu Xiang.

The sound was so loud it almost shattered the surrounding snowflakes.

"Bullshit! This is the seal she personally drew for me in Yunmengze! This is the stamp she personally put on my document! She promised me that she would never leave me for all eternity, and even if I turned into a mad dog, she would still hold my hand!"

Gu Xiang looked at the real fox mark on Bai Yin's chest.

Bai Yin also stared intently at the beating, exquisite heart in Gu Xiang's chest.

The two men were momentarily stunned during this absurd standoff.

As the world's top experts, their perception is infallible.

Gu Xiang could clearly recognize the unique scent of Su Chang'an remaining on that fox mark.

Bai Yin could also clearly sense that the heart in Gu Xiang's chest was indeed the lifeblood of the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox.

Reason should have kicked in at this moment, reminding them that there must be some huge secret hidden behind this.

But faced with extreme possessiveness and an obsession that transcends life and death.

Faced with the fear of watching their loved one about to disappear.

The man's logic was completely shattered.

Jealousy burned like a raging fire, extinguishing the last vestige of clarity in their minds.

In Gu Xiang's view.

The tiger demon before them must have used some despicable sorcery to steal Su Qing's aura to forge a mark, thereby insulting his virtuous wife.

In Bai Yin's view.

This poor, pedantic scholar in front of me is an absolutely wicked swindler. I don't know what insidious means he used to steal Xiao Jiu's heart, but now he has the audacity to shamelessly bring this heart to me and pretend to be my husband.

They simply don't consider the logical flaws in it.

They just thought the other person was a crazy person who didn't know what was good for him.

They are using the most despicable and unforgivable lies to desecrate their only love in this world to his face.

"You're asking for it!"

Two men, critically injured and barely able to stand, simultaneously unleashed a roar that shattered the heavens.

Gu Xiang bit her tongue without hesitation.

He sprayed the last drop of his essence onto the calligraphy brush in his hand.

He attempted to forcibly communicate with the remaining righteous energy in the world, preparing to write down the ultimate killing mantra.

Bai Yin ignored the lacerations on his back and the life slipping away.

He forcibly activated the already depleted Geng metal evil energy within his Qi Sea.

Dark red light re-condensed at the tips of his fingers.

Prepare to use the most primal violence to tear the scholar in front of me to shreds.