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

"I want this body to return to the world alive, and to live a life more arrogant than anyone else in this entire land!"

The sound struck the ancient ice, creating echoes that shook the icicles hanging upside down from the dome.

Chunxian collapsed to the ground, her lifeless pupils trembling violently. She looked up, staring intently at Su Chang'an's plain white robe. On that cold face, which bore a striking resemblance to hers, only an arrogance that transcended life and death remained.

Her gaze pierced through the illusory image of the remnant soul, and Chunxian was momentarily dazed. Three thousand years seemed to be stripped away, and she seemed to see again that great demon of the Heavenly Dao who stood firm against the overwhelming calamity in the extreme north snowstorm.

Same physical form, same disrespect for heaven and earth.

Three thousand years of self-imposed confinement shattered before this declaration. She thought she was protecting the liberation of a great demon, but in the end, she was only protecting her own cowardice.

Chunxian's lips moved, and a mournful, almost tearful breath escaped her throat.

She swayed as she stood up, her dark red robe resembling a withered leaf in the cold air.

"Arrogant?" Chunxian stared directly at Su Chang'an, her eyes filled with absurdity. She pointed at Su Chang'an's almost transparent soul, "What makes you think you can do this? Just because a gust of wind can blow away a remnant soul?"

She abruptly raised her arm, pointing at the white bone statue on the dome: "Li Changgeng is already a quasi-emperor! The resurrection array he set up has stirred the earth's veins, causing the evil energy of heaven and earth to boil like boiling oil for three thousand years. You can't even get out of the suppression array of this secret realm, so how can you traverse the void? How can you resist the laws of a quasi-emperor? And how can you suppress this calamity of the Nine Provinces!"

The questioning echoed within the ice cave, each word a dead end.

Su Chang'an stood rooted to the spot, her white robes now calm. Hearing this hysterical interrogation, she smiled instead of getting angry, her eyes filled with disdain.

"If I were afraid of death, I wouldn't be standing here listening to your nonsense." Su Chang'an's voice was extremely cold as he stared intently at Chunxian. "Whether it's the will of Heaven or a quasi-emperor, the situation I'm about to create can't be stopped by anyone."

She took a step forward, and the essence of the Heavenly Fox transformed into a powerful pressure, forcing Chunxian back half a foot.

"What I want is the trump card you've guarded for three thousand years," Su Chang'an said coldly, "not your self-pitying tears!"

Chunxian's back slammed against the bone pillar, and she stared blankly at those fearless eyes.

Suddenly, she looked up and laughed bitterly.

The laughter was shrill, yet devoid of madness and despair. She laughed at herself for sitting in solitude for three thousand years, yet seeing things less clearly than a lonely soul. Seeking death is easy; living towards death is the most difficult.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and the sorrowful expression vanished.

The crimson demonic patterns glowed with a blood-red light in the darkness. On the dark red robe, the celestial fox totem embroidered with gold thread seemed to come alive, its faint light spreading along the hem, revealing a resolute, dying glow.

Chunxian turned around and walked towards the towering, skeletal statue of a nine-tailed celestial fox.

Stopping beneath the enormous bone palm, she swiftly formed ancient demonic hand seals with her ten fingers. With each seal, her primordial blood essence overflowed from her fingertips, transforming into runes that merged into the void.

"You guessed right, I do have a trump card." Chunxian's voice regained its ethereal quality, but it was weak. "Back then, she sealed me in the secret realm, not only to make me a tomb guardian, but also to seal the most core essence of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect within this skeleton."

The spiritual energy from the ice cave converged wildly towards the skeleton statue.

"That was a drop of blood that was not tainted by the evil energy." Chunxian finished her final seal, her hands falling to her sides as she looked up at the statue's heart. "It was the last bit of clean blood she extracted from the evil energy after opening her heart."

A deafening roar erupted from deep within the dome.

The celestial fox's white bones trembled violently. At its chest, two ribs slowly split open to the sides with a grinding sound.

Deep within the crack, a dark red ray pierced through the gloom.

It was a drop of blood the size of a fist. There was no fishy smell, only a terrifyingly powerful vitality. As the light swirled, the millennia-old ice began to melt, and the desolate air was filled with the fragrance of grass and trees.

The blood slowly descended, suspended in mid-air. A dark red halo made Tai Su's white robe appear crimson.

Su Chang'an's soul throbbed with an intense longing. This life force was enough to allow his remnant soul to rebuild his divine bones.

Chunxian looked up at her heart's work, her gaze complex.

"This drop of blood was originally intended for the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect to undergo tribulation," Chunxian murmured softly. "She foresaw that Li Changgeng would face a great calamity in his life, hoping that he could use it to rebuild his foundation at the critical moment of life and death."

She turned to look at Su Chang'an, a mocking smile playing on her lips.

"But Li Changgeng went astray, cultivating the Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions, severing the threads of emotion, and also cutting off the resonance with this drop of blood. He can never use this drop of blood in this lifetime. For three thousand years, it can only hang among the withered bones and eat ashes."

Chunxian's figure became increasingly transparent, and her tone was solemn: "Now, it's time to return it to its rightful owner. This source of life force is enough to help you rebuild your foundation. Refining it will give you the means to traverse the void and contend with quasi-emperors."

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity hangs before us. Just one step away, we can regain the power to overturn the game.

However, Su Chang'an stood still, without moving an inch.

She turned her head slightly, her gaze piercing through the darkness and landing on the heavy, white bone gate.

Before entering, she had left a trace of her energy on Gu Xiang and Bai Yin. At this moment, those two flickering auras were being rapidly devoured by the extreme cold.

The chill of the Xuanbing Secret Passage far surpasses that of the far north. Gu Xiang's righteous energy is exhausted, while Bai Yin's malevolent energy backfires. Under the extreme cold, the two mortal bodies are losing life force far faster than expected, and are on the verge of collapse.

Su Chang'an frowned almost imperceptibly, his fingers beneath his sleeves stroking the hem of his robe.

She turned her gaze away and looked at Chunxian, whose figure appeared faint.

"Take 20% of this life-giving energy," Su Chang'an said calmly, but with an unquestionable command, "and send it out through the array to those two idiots outside the door."

The air in the ice cave suddenly froze.

Chunxian stared in astonishment, her lifeless pupils widening suddenly: "Are you insane? This lifeblood has endured three thousand years; its vitality is long gone. Your soul is so shattered; if you forcibly separate even twenty percent of it, the amount of essence you absorb will be greatly reduced!"

Pointing to the blood-stained energy in mid-air, her tone was frantic: "You're facing a quasi-emperor! A grand formation that stirs the earth's veins! Three thousand years of primordial evil energy! If your foundation isn't strong enough, forcibly traversing the void will result in your soul being scattered upon encountering the chaotic currents of the laws! Are you going to gamble with the capital to overturn the heavens for two ants outside the gate?"

Despite the vehement warning, Su Chang'an remained unmoved.

She raised her head slightly and let out a very soft sneer.

Tai Su's white robe fluttered without wind, and his cool eyes revealed an arrogant disdain for everything.

"If I don't even have the confidence to suppress this mess, how can I talk about overturning the Heavenly Dao?" Su Chang'an stared directly at Chunxian, each word striking the ice wall with deliberate force. "I said we'd get 20%, so we'll get 20%. Do as I say."