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

Su Chang'an stopped ten steps away from the white jade altar. His right hand gripped tightly the Taiyin Moon Amber that emitted an icy blue glow. Extreme cold spread upwards along the soul lines on his palm, condensing into a ghostly blue frost on his forearm. The Heavenly Fox Origin within his body circulated at full speed, and the scorching demonic power and the extreme cold collided violently at his wrist, stirring up a fine white mist.

The woman on the altar sat motionless, her deep blue eyes silently gazing at Su Chang'an. Their facial features were identical, even the tiny beauty mark at the corner of their eyes was in the same place.

Su Chang'an's soul was suddenly stirred. It wasn't a fluctuation of emotions, but a resonance of souls triggered by their shared origins. She clearly sensed that the aura emanating from the other party perfectly overlapped with the Heavenly Fox essence within her own body.

"Who exactly are you?" Su Chang'an's voice was cold and hard. She mobilized the remaining Phoenix True Fire to cover the surface of the soul, forcibly isolating it from the terrifying resonance. "Stop playing tricks. There are no two identical divine souls in this world. You stole her origin?"

Chang'e observed her tense demeanor, her expression still serene and compassionate, as if she had seen through the passage of time. She did not unleash any oppressive aura, but simply raised her slender white finger and gently touched the air.

A ripple of icy blue light spread from her fingertips, brushing across Su Chang'an's soul. It didn't harm her in the slightest; instead, it smoothed out some of the tiny cracks in her body caused by the spatial turbulence.

"I did not steal anyone's essence." Chang'e's voice was ethereal, with a hoarseness that came with the passage of time. "Because I am her. Ten thousand years ago, the Celestial Fox, through its powerful senses, foresaw the coming of the Heavenly Calamity. The Heavenly Dao needed to release its pent-up energy, and the Celestial Fox lineage's heaven-defying destiny was destined to be the perfect vessel to bear this calamity. This was an unavoidable calamity."

Chang'e's gaze passed over Su Chang'an's shoulder and looked into the frozen remains of the demon race deep within: "The original body was unwilling to perish. In order to seek a sliver of life, it used a forbidden technique to tear apart the main soul. She separated a pure divine soul and cast it into the world, giving it independent consciousness and a body. That incarnation that spanned ten thousand years is me."

Su Chang'an frowned, his mind racing as he sorted through the old stories of the Demon Court that he had heard from Tianpeng and Di Shitian.

"According to the records of the Demon Court, you were forced by Indra, and in despair, you jumped into the Milky Way and committed suicide." She stared intently into Chang'e's eyes, trying to find a flaw. "Would the incarnation carrying the hope of breaking the deadlock of the original body choose such a cowardly way to die?"

Chang'e's lips curved into a faint smile as she gently shook her head, shattering the millennia-old myth. "Indra's schemes and coercion are merely going with the flow. Beneath the Milky Way lies this eternally deadly vein that runs through the Demon Court. The deathly energy within is enough to corrode the very foundation of all things. My leap into the Milky Way is not to seek death, but to fulfill the final mission entrusted to me by my original self."

She pointed at the moon amber in Su Chang'an's hand: "I sacrificed my physical body, actively detonating the accumulated Taiyin essence. The moment the essence collapsed, it froze the core of the death meridian, forcibly suppressing endless death energy and resentment at the bottom of the abyss. I abandoned this avatar, just to nurture this Taiyin moon amber, unseen by the Heavenly Dao, in this deadly place. This is a trump card for my future self to turn the tide."

Su Chang'an's fingers clenched tightly, the hard amber pressing painfully against his palm. Deep within his consciousness, memories that had been deliberately suppressed burst forth like a flood.

At Luofeng Slope in the northern border of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Su Qing unhesitatingly dug out her Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart for Gu Xiang, transferring all her life force into the scholar's chest; on the black altar of the Guanghan Palace of the Demon Court, Su Xiaojiu, dressed in a red robe, plunged a dagger into her heart, using the essence of her transformed body and blood to give Bai Yin a way to live without having to fill the hole in his destiny.

At this moment, all the clues suddenly connected in Su Chang'an's mind. Su Qing, Su Xiaojiu, and even Su Chang'an standing here now, were no different from Chang'e from ten thousand years ago. They were all the remnants of that body imprisoned in the far north by three hundred and seventy-two chains of heavenly law, who, in the years of despair, repeatedly shattered fragments of their divine souls to break free of their shackles. They were identical in appearance, shared the same origin, and all would instinctively sacrifice themselves in desperate situations.

"What a disgusting fate." A cold sneer flashed through Su Chang'an's mind. She utterly loathed this predetermined trajectory of destiny.

Chang'e took in the look in her eyes and said slowly, "You've been to the underground of the Chen family's Guiyuan Palace in Zhongzhou. That fool Li Changgeng was blinded by the karma of three thousand years ago. He thought that severing the chains of the Heavenly Dao would save his original body, but he didn't know that those chains were not only imprisonment but also a seal."

Her tone was filled with deep sorrow: "Once the chains are broken, the extreme malevolent energy that has been suppressed for three thousand years will surely go berserk. The malevolent energy will completely devour the original body and turn it into a world-destroying ferocious creature that only knows how to kill. Heaven intends to use Li Changgeng to completely wipe out the Heavenly Fox lineage from the Nine Provinces. This is a dead end."

The chill intensified within the frozen space, and the dark blue ice beneath their feet emitted a soft cracking sound.

Faced with this deadly predicament orchestrated by an ancient scheme, Su Chang'an did not retreat an inch. Her back was straight, and her head was slightly raised. The suppressed Heavenly Fox Essence and Phoenix True Fire within her body suddenly erupted. The crimson True Fire burned fiercely on her Tai Su white robe, forcibly pushing back the surrounding extreme cold by ten feet.

An extremely arrogant Daoist heart was formed between her brows.

"A dead end? That's the dead end you incarnations deem a dead end." Su Chang'an's eyes flashed with sharpness, his words ringing with conviction. "I don't care what grand schemes the original body had back then, nor do I care how much you've paid for sitting here for ten thousand years. I am not anyone's pawn, and I will never continue the legacy of a mindless, withered body."

She stepped forward, looking directly at Chang'e: "My name is Su Chang'an. I will take this complete divine soul back to Zhongzhou. I will personally shatter Li Changgeng's formation and take over that broken body. If Heaven wants to annihilate the Heavenly Fox, then I will overturn this ancient chessboard!"

Chang'e gazed at the arrogant and rebellious fragment of the same origin before her. Undisguised admiration surfaced in her deep blue eyes, which had remained calm for millennia.

"Very good. You are more selfish and more powerful than I am, more powerful than the original body." Chang'e slowly rose, her wide, ancient palace robes trailing softly on the altar. "You do not need to be anyone's continuation. The original body's consciousness was completely extinguished by the long-term erosion of evil energy. You are now the only reborn main soul of the Heavenly Fox lineage."

Chang'e raised her hands, forming an ancient and intricate hand seal in front of her chest. The eerie blue light surrounding the altar converged into her palms.

"I entrust to you the power of extreme yin extracted from my remaining will and the death veins of ten thousand years, along with the method of controlling the Taiyin Moon Amber in your hand." Chang'e's body gradually became transparent, and specks of icy blue spiritual light peeled away from her body and floated towards Su Chang'an.

The moment the inheritance began, a deafening cracking sound echoed from the void above.

The Taiyin Corpse Dragon at the bottom of the abyss sensed a massive loss of its vital essence. This ferocious creature, formed from millennia of resentment and deathly energy, unleashed a deafening roar. The sound waves pierced through the ice, unleashing a terrifying storm. Grayish-black deathly energy frantically condensed in mid-air, transforming into countless tangible blades that tore through the dome, slicing towards the altar with a piercing whistling sound. Ice pillars collapsed in swathes, shattering into countless fragments. The Corpse Dragon intended to devour the two individuals along with their inheritance, reclaiming its own essence.

Facing the storm of destruction, Su Chang'an neither dodged nor avoided it, but gripped the Taiyin Moon Amber tightly with both hands.

She forcefully released her divine soul's defenses, drawing the essence of the Celestial Fox to collide head-on with the extreme cold of Moon Amber. Countless vengeful spirits roared and exploded in her sea of ​​consciousness, deathly blades slicing through her soul, causing excruciating pain. A ghostly blue glow and crimson true fire surged and clashed within her divine soul's meridians. Two diametrically opposed supreme powers reformed amidst destruction. Her soul cycled between tearing and healing, gradually condensing into a resilient Dharma form that existed between reality and illusion.

Chang'e's translucent body dissipated rapidly under the impact of the storm. She stepped forward, braving the countless sharp blades, and touched Su Chang'an's brow with her two fingers together.

A massive divine thought instantly surged into his sea of ​​consciousness.

This is Chang'e's trump card, deduced over ten thousand years: the complete spiritual vein trajectory of the resurrection array in the Chen family ancestral land of Zhongzhou, and the core array pattern flaw of the Great Emperor's divine weapon "Zhentianzhong". These array diagrams and their mysteries are deeply imprinted in Su Chang's sea of ​​knowledge, becoming the sharp blade for his future return to Zhongzhou and reversal of the deadly situation.

"Live well for me, and for us."

Leaving behind this calm entrustment, Chang'e's finger slid down from between Su Chang'an's brows. Her body completely disintegrated under the cutting force of death energy, transforming into countless icy blue specks of light. Before the specks dispersed, they were drawn by the moon amber and merged into Su Chang'an's reconstructed soul.

At the moment of perfect inheritance, the terrifying pressure of the merging of Taiyin and Tianhu surged and spread in a ring.

This power, transcending the limits of the void, completely destroyed the flesh-and-blood cage within the corpse dragon's belly. The white jade altar crumbled to dust amidst a piercing squeezing sound, and the surrounding azure ice cracked and collapsed on a large scale. Endless death energy, mixed with violent turbulent currents, poured in from all directions, completely engulfing Su Chang'an.

Outside, in the ruins of the Moon Palace.

A deathly storm raged. Gu Xiang's ribs shattered, his righteous aura dissipated. He collapsed at the edge of the abyss, his elbows worn smooth with white bone fragments, his fingers carving ten bloody drag marks into the solid ice. Bai Yin's killing armor shattered into dust, his arms twisted and broken, half his body soaked in blood. With their last breaths, the two stared intently at the entrance to the abyss.

In mid-air, Emperor Shitian stood with his hands behind his back, his dark gold nine-dragon imperial robe fluttering in the wind. He coldly surveyed the carnage below, neither making a move nor leaving. Tianpeng gripped his nine-toothed rake tightly, standing frozen beside the broken ice, his eyes filled with irrecoverable despair.

The entire ruins of the Moon Palace fell into absolute silence and collapse. All signs of life, amidst the roar of death, plummeted toward an unknown end.