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

Su Chang'an stood there, staring at that figure's back, his Heavenly Fox Origin in his sea of ​​consciousness boiling over.

The icy cave was dark and gloomy, where the skeleton of a hundred-foot-long, nine-tailed celestial fox hung upside down. The demonic civilization on the bones had vanished, and a powerful aura locked the void. The desolate spiritual energy of millions of years ago flowed into his lungs with each breath.

Su Chang'an suppressed the tearing sensation deep within his soul, his white robes fluttered slightly, and he took a step forward.

The long boots shattered the ice shards, their crisp sound echoing among the stark white bones. Ahead, the figure in red robes stood with hands clasped behind his back in the shadow of the statue, completely oblivious to the commotion behind him.

The essence of the celestial fox overflowed from its body, turning into a faint blush that subtly mingled with the aura of the red-robed figure.

The man in red robes never looked back.

The instant the fingertips touched the dark red hem of the robe, a sudden change occurred. There was no fluctuation of spiritual energy, nor any backlash from laws. The red robe, spanning three thousand years, shattered silently.

His form transformed into countless dark red spiritual lights, merging into the surrounding white bone ice crystals and dissipating completely.

Su Chang'an's right hand froze in mid-air, his fingertips only slightly cold.

A sigh suddenly descended from the dome.

A sigh of indifference amidst the vicissitudes of life penetrates straight to the sea of ​​consciousness.

"You are not her."

The voice was neither male nor female, and it spoke plainly, yet it was as if a sharp blade had dissected the secrets that Su Chang'an was trying so hard to hide.

Su Chang'an withdrew her right hand, letting it hang at her side. She was not flustered; her cold gaze swept across the empty ice cave, her tone completely flat.

"Who are you?"

The voice rang out again, carrying a condescending and oppressive tone: "This Bone Realm does not retain useless souls. Since you have entered with the token, you must abide by the rules of this place."

Su Chang'an pulled her crimson cloak tighter around her to ward off the chilling air. She looked up at the enormous celestial fox bone sculpture.

"What are the rules?"

"Answer me three questions. One wrong answer and your soul will be annihilated." Chunxian's voice echoed among the bones. "Wasn't that boy who carried a broken black sword and was filled with deathly aura standing here with you back then?"

Su Chang'an lowered his eyelids slightly, and Chen Xuan's nonchalant appearance came to mind.

That guy was standing here back then.

Three questions about the power of life and death.

When asked what he wanted, Chen Xuan replied, "I want Su Chang'an."

When asked what he feared, Chen Xuan replied, "I fear Su Chang'an."

When asked why, Chen Xuan replied, "Because of Su Chang'an."

The owner of this secret realm was speechless, but he had no choice but to let the rogue pass through.

Su Chang'an pulled his cloak tighter to block the cold wind. The cloak's down brushed against the back of his hand, bringing a slight warmth.

Su Chang'an scoffed lightly, "Ask."

The ice cave suddenly turned cold.

The demonic civilization on the Heavenly Fox Bone Carving was extinguished, and a ghostly blue light intertwined in mid-air to form a picture scroll.

Heavy snow in the capital.

Amidst the ruins, a scholar in a blue robe knelt. His chest was ripped open, blood soaking through his thin garment. In his hands lay a heart gleaming with golden light. It was a heart with seven orifices, exquisitely crafted.

The moment his heart was delivered, his once black hair turned to snow, and he collapsed to the ground, his emaciated body stiffening completely in the wind and snow.

Gu Xiang.

Su Chang'an stared at the image of the Great Zhou Prime Minister, who was exhuming his heart in exchange for a life, and his breath hitched slightly. His fingers clenched tightly inside his sleeve, his nails digging into his palm.

"The Prime Minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty could have been remembered in history." Chunxian's words were like daggers to the heart. "He gave you his heart and gave you the fate of the nation. But because of your deception, he has become a useless person waiting to die."

Chunxian's tone sharpened abruptly, piercing like a needle: "Was your affection for him genuine, or just pity? If he knew that your initial approach was merely a scheme, how would you, this liar, face yourself?"

This is a dead end.

To acknowledge affection is to deny its exploitation; to admit guilt is to blaspheme. No matter how one answers, inner demons will arise, and the moment a flaw in one's soul is revealed, the formation will obliterate them.

Su Chang'an felt a pang of pain as he looked at Gu Xiang, whose hair was now completely white.

However, she did not find herself in a situation where she had to prove herself.

She loosened her grip, letting the blood from her palms drip onto the ice. She looked up into the void and let out a very soft, cold laugh.

"I have never believed in the idea of ​​sacrificing one's life for righteousness."

Su Chang'an's voice was clear and cold, and resounding.

"It's true that I schemed against him, and it's also true that I lied to him to survive. But since Gu Xiang dared to lay bare his heart to me, I dare to accept this karmic debt!"

She stepped forward, facing the painting directly, her eyes clear and domineering.

"If he discovers he's been deceived, he can kill me or torture me, I'll pay with my life. Whether our debt is blood or love, it's for us two to settle. It's not your place, a lonely ghost hiding in the shadows, to point fingers!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the remaining essence of the Heavenly Fox within his body transformed into a dark red pillar of light, which crashed violently into the light barrier.

The deep blue scroll trembled violently, and the scene of Gu Xiang sitting alone in the wind and snow was cracked, shattering into countless points of light.

The dome seemed to freeze in a sigh. Chunxian had clearly not expected that this weak, remnant soul would possess such a steadfast Dao heart, completely refusing to fall into his trap of attacking the heart.

The white bone script rotates again. The second scroll is completed.

In the far west, yellow sand fills the sky.

In a black sandstorm powerful enough to tear through refined iron, a bare-chested giant wildly wielded his three-pointed, double-edged sword. The sand and dust were like knives, slicing flesh to the bone. He was completely unguarded, letting the malevolent energy of Geng metal run rampant. His eyes were bloodshot, devoid of the wisdom of a great demon saint, leaving only the instinct for slaughter.

He fell, roared, and got up. He was risking his life to sharpen his knife.

Bai Yin.

Su Chang'an stared at the bloodied and mangled Gengjin White Tiger. The once clumsy, ingratiating beast that hid its claws had now been driven into a mindless demon.

The atmosphere inside the ice cave became increasingly oppressive.

"Bai Yin, the Great Sage of the Demon Clan." Chunxian's voice rose again, shedding its aloofness and transforming into a bewitching power that pierced the soul. "He should have roamed freely across the Nine Provinces, but because of your promise, he has imprisoned himself in the far west for nine years."

As the scroll turned, Bai Yin's malevolent energy spiraled out of control, and his mind teetered on the brink of collapse.

"His murderous aura has backfired on his heart." Chunxian pressed on relentlessly. "He is destined to become a monster who only knows how to kill. Your self-righteous salvation has actually pushed him into the abyss. Your very existence is his calamity!"

A terrifying pressure enveloped her with the words. The secret realm's grand formation activated, and invisible laws locked onto her remnant soul. If she showed even the slightest sign of retreat or wavering in her Dao heart, she would instantly vanish into nothingness.

Su Chang'an stared intently at the man roaring in the sandstorm.

Not retreating even half a step.

Tai Su's white robe fluttered in the wind as she suddenly raised her head, her gaze piercing the dome like a knife.

"You don't know anything!"

Su Chang'an sternly interrupted the incitement. Her aura surged, brooking no dissent regarding her connection to Bai Yin.

"He's the tiger I raised. Whatever he becomes, he's still mine!"

Su Chang'an stared directly at the painting, his tone arrogant and extremely protective of his own.

"Even if he becomes a monster who doesn't recognize his own family, I can slap him awake! If he's consumed by evil energy, I'll go to hell and drag him back! Anyone who dares to say I harmed him, I'll kill them first!"

With this declaration, Su Chang'an formed hand seals, gathering the last remaining essence of the Heavenly Fox at his fingertips without reservation.

Without the slightest hesitation, he forcefully blasted a finger towards the second painting!

......

A clever mind turns to white hair, a heart-wrenching scheme that laughs at kings and nobles.

Why not scheme and bear the consequences? Favorable physiognomy and destiny can easily be dismissed as hidden currents.

The westernmost yellow sands are filled with malevolent energy, and raging tigers slaughter the mortal world.

His arrogant words of protecting his own shocked heaven and earth; with a single finger, he shattered the illusions and destroyed the universe.