The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma

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A soul-severing slash is activated.

The invisible cutting line tightened instantly, like a noose cutting into the throat.

However, it was not Zhao Yan's head that fell.

Instead, it was the head of the bloodied man at his feet.

The enormous, blood-red head was severed cleanly at the base by the cutting line, like a ripe fruit falling from a branch.

Boom!!!

Without its core, the Blood Man lost its support, and its blood-red giant body collapsed, turning into a torrential downpour of blood.

Blood gushed out like a waterfall, turning the entire ruins of the Wu family into a crimson swamp.

Smoke and dust rose, and blood mist filled the air.

Zhao Yan gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground, his legs weak and he could barely stand.

He temporarily swapped heads with Blood Body, allowing him to escape Xia Chuan's long-awaited killing move.

But he didn't completely escape it.

Zhao Yan, who had narrowly escaped death, felt a sharp pain in his head.

Tinnitus surged in like a tidal wave, and my vision was blurry.

But what's even more serious is the emptiness in one's heart.

What was that piece of my brain forcibly ripped out?

"Wow, you still managed to get it."

A figure slowly emerged from the smoke and dust.

The figure was as imposing as a mountain, and each step he took on the blood-soaked gravel produced a dull thud.

The moonlight shone through the lingering smoke and dust, outlining the man's broad shoulders and steady steps.

Zhao Yan stared in disbelief at Xia Chuan emerging from the dust and smoke.

"It was you?!"

"You...you're from Sanzhen?!"

Xia Chuan did not answer his question, but looked at Zhao Yan and sighed slowly.

"But I feel that a portion of it was indeed cut off."

Xia Chuan raised his right hand and looked at the black bloodstains remaining on his fingertips:

"I guess it's something like your memories?"

Zhao Yan's expression changed.

Deep in my heart, a memory is crumbling.

That's a memory about a person.

Her voice, her scent, the warmth of her palms, the curve of her eyes when she smiles.

Those images that were once as clear as yesterday are now peeling away, shattering, and dissipating piece by piece, like ashes scattered by the wind.

Zhao Yan was startled.

He discovered that he was starting to forget his senior's name.

No.

No.

We must not forget.

Never forget!

The obsession built up over a long period of time has now become a steadfast wall in my memory.

My wife's name is Shangguan Xiao!

"Senior Sister!!!"

Zhao Yan stared at Xia Chuan with bloodshot eyes, tears welling up in his eyes.

"How dare you, how dare you..."

Xia Chuan's lips curled up:

"How dare you!"

He paused, looked directly into Zhao Yan's bloodshot eyes, and said, word by word:

"That person, is she your wife?"

Zhao Yan froze.

"After you woke up, you buried her on that other side of the mountain, which took me quite a bit of effort."

Xia Chuan calmly recounted his actions.

But every word that fell into Zhao Yan's ears was like a thunderclap.

Zhao Yan's face stiffened, his pupils contracted sharply, and his voice changed tone:

"What did you say?"

He did indeed bury his senior sister there, after she was resurrected as a Dharma corpse.

That was his last promise to his senior sister.

We will meet again, by each other's side, until we reach the other side.

Xia Chuan did not answer Zhao Yan's question.

He simply snapped his fingers.

"Snapped."

A soft sound rang out clearly in the deathly silence of the ruins.

"To bind spirits and dispatch generals."

Xia Chuan's voice was deep, like a murmur coming from underground.

Before Zhao Yan's incredulous gaze, a fragmented and semi-transparent figure slowly emerged from Xia Chuan's palm.

The figures were blurry, as if viewed through frosted glass; facial features and clothing were indistinct.

But his physique is undeniable.

"Senior sister?!?"

Zhao Yan gasped in shock, his voice trembling.

His body moved forward uncontrollably, then abruptly stopped.

That figure, that lingering soul, the person he had longed for day and night for a thousand years.

It was right in the palm of that young man opposite him.

Xia Chuan's lips curled up.

"Her remnant soul is now at my disposal."

The moment the words left his mouth, the figure trembled violently.

On the translucent remnant soul, crimson spread like a tide, climbing upwards from the feet, and in the blink of an eye, it dyed the entire figure a blood red.

Under Zhao Yan's astonished gaze, the blood-red body slowly changed.

In the end, it transformed into a blood-red figure that was even taller than Xia Chuan himself.

The face of that figure

Exactly the same as Xia Chuan.

The human and the blood-soaked body spoke simultaneously, their voices overlapping, deep and resonant, carrying a chilling resonance, like a demonic chant piercing the ears:

"Fellow Daoist,"

"Why not come and have a chat within my Ten Thousand Souls Banner!"

Chapter 33 I just wanted you two to be reunited.

The golden skill was finally fully revealed at this moment.

[Spirit Binding and Commanding] (Gold Active):

You can command captive animal spirits or remnants of human souls.

It can allow imprisoned souls to possess it and use its abilities.

Current possession target: Shangguan Xiao (remnant soul)

skill:

【Resurrection Blood Body】: Creates a blood body identical to oneself. During the skill's duration, three exchanges are allowed.

Zhao Yan almost lost his mind.

He couldn't care less about why this mortal could use the supernatural powers of the Forgotten River Academy, or why his senior sister's remnant soul was in this person's hands.

He only wanted to kill the person in front of him.

To retrieve the remnant soul of my senior sister.

"Give it back to me!!!"

Zhao Yan roared and charged straight at Xia Chuan.

His figure left a blur in the moonlight, moving so fast that it was almost invisible.

Blood-red light condensed in his right hand, his five fingers loosely clenched, and a blood-red short knife appeared out of thin air, its blade shimmering with blood-red light, exuding astonishing power.

Ten steps.