"Junior Hun Tong greets Ancestor!"
Xing Su recognized the figure the moment he appeared. In this cave left behind by her ancestor, who else could be the remnant soul besides her ancestor, the Morning Star Ancient Emperor?
Xing Su had no mind to activate the formation here to suppress Hun Changqing. Instead, she quickly bowed to the Morning Star Ancient Emperor and said respectfully. Her slightly curved eyes, like delicate crescent moons, revealed a hint of joy.
When her ancestor appeared, the joy in her heart was incomparable. The heavy mood caused by the indescribable experiences of this period was relieved at this moment.
The moment Hun Changqing heard the last word "Emperor" from the Morning Star Ancient Emperor, his head felt as if it had been hit hard by a sledgehammer, and his mind went blank.
At this moment, no words could describe his feelings. Hun Changqing's eyes widened, his hands, hidden beneath his black sleeves, trembled uncontrollably, and his mouth opened slightly, wanting to say something, but he found himself unable to utter a single word.
After hearing Xing Su's address to the Morning Star Ancient Emperor, Hun Changqing abruptly looked at Xing Su. Seeing her now upright after her bow, a faint smile on her face, quietly looking at him, Hun Changqing's eyes revealed a trace of confusion—a bewilderment at the current situation, and also at the existence of the remnant soul of the Dou Di before him.
Then, Hun Changqing's thoughts raced like lightning, quickly connecting everything. There was no such thing as the Dry Wood Saint's cave dwelling; Xing Su had come here simply to find the cave left behind by her Dou Di ancestor from ten thousand years ago.
Clearly, Xingxiu had told him about the so-called ruins before his death to seek revenge. It's no wonder Hun Changqing so easily believed Xingxiu. Apart from the fact that the Dry Wood Saint was a lie, everything Xingxiu said was true, without a trace of falsehood.
Xingxiu's story was nine parts truth and one part falsehood, making it impossible for Hun Changqing to discern the truth. It was precisely this failure to see through the lie that led Hun Changqing into the trap, and now it seemed he was about to fall into an abyss of no return.
Hun Changqing looked at Xingxiu, who wore a calm smile, and at the seemingly ordinary old man, Morning Star Ancient Emperor, not far away. He thought about his previous actions towards Xingxiu and the potential consequences he might face.
Beads of cold sweat instantly dripped from his smooth forehead, and his dry throat made him swallow hard. A look of panic and helplessness appeared on his face.
However, Hun Changqing, whose mind was racing, seemed to have remembered something. He forcibly calmed his turbulent emotions, and the panicked expression on his face eased somewhat.
He might not die yet. He remembered the Taiyin True Qi he had left in Xingxiu. With just a thought, although he couldn't kill Xingxiu outright, he could definitely cripple her in the truest sense!
Years ago in his clan, Hun Changqing had heard some rumors about the Morning Star Ancient Emperor. It was said that although the Morning Star Ancient Emperor had few offspring, he cherished each one greatly. If any of his descendants were missing even a hair, the Morning Star Ancient Emperor would fly into a rage.
Although, given what he had done to Xingxiu, it wouldn't be unreasonable for the Morning Star Ancient Emperor to extract his soul and refine his spirit, Xingxiu's safety was still in his hands. The outcome was uncertain, and he might still have a glimmer of hope.
"Not bad, not bad. Despite lacking bloodline power, you've reached this level at such a young age through sheer talent. Even I couldn't achieve this at your age. Moreover, you seem to possess many hidden depths, things I can't even fathom. It's truly a blessing for the Soul Clan to have a prodigy like you in this era."
The remnant soul of the Morning Star Ancient Emperor remained calm and composed, a faint smile on his face, speaking softly to Hun Changqing. He spared no praise for Hun Changqing's talent.
For most people, receiving praise from a Dou Di expert would be an immense honor, but for Hun Changqing, it sent a chill down his spine. He sensed something unusual in the words of the Morning Star Ancient Emperor's remnant soul.
Just a moment ago, the Ancient Emperor of Morning Star wore a calm smile, praising Hun Changqing's talent. But as soon as he finished speaking, the indifferent expression on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a grim look and a hint of killing intent in his eyes. He spoke again, but this time his voice was no longer calm and gentle; instead, it carried a chilling tone.
"Although you are the peerless genius of this generation of the Soul Clan, you dare to treat my descendant like this, deflowering her before she even reached the Dou Sheng level. Even her mental state is extremely unstable now. You are truly audacious. Have you thought about how you want to die?"
As the Ancient Emperor of Morning Star's chilling voice fell, his face gradually turned ferocious. He had discovered this when he was exploring Xu Sing earlier.
Xingxiu's bloodline was now completely destroyed and corrupted, its power largely ruined. Clearly, she had been defiled. Furthermore, Xingxiu's body still contained a large amount of the unique battle qi from Hun Changqing, making the culprit behind the destruction of his bloodline obvious.
Recalling the mention of the Dry Wood Saint by Hun Changqing, the Morning Star Ancient Emperor immediately realized that his descendant had been forced by Hun Changqing, harboring resentment. However, due to her own limitations, she couldn't retaliate, so she deceived Hun Changqing, luring him to this cave under the guise of the Dry Wood Saint, hoping to use his ancestor for revenge.
The Morning Star Ancient Emperor quickly pieced together the whole story. The thought of his bloodline descendant suffering such a fate, and the despair his descendant had felt, filled the protective Morning Star Ancient Emperor with uncontrollable rage.
He harbored boundless killing intent towards Hun Changqing, regardless of whether such a prodigy was of paramount importance to the current Hun Clan. Even when he was the patriarch of the Hun Clan, he valued his own descendants more than the entire Hun Clan. Back then, for the sake of his descendants, he even executed many of the Soul Clan's former prodigies to pave the way for his offspring. Now, having been dead for many years, he cares even less about the Soul Clan. For someone to dare treat his bloodline like this, he absolutely must teach Hun Changqing a lesson to vent his hatred!
Upon hearing the murderous words of the Morning Star Ancient Emperor, Hun Changqing was horrified, knowing there was no chance of survival. His fists clenched tightly, and he no longer cared about further angering the Morning Star Ancient Emperor. He used his last hope for survival, took a deep breath, and spoke to the remnant soul of the Morning Star Ancient Emperor,
"What I did before was indeed somewhat inappropriate. Please forgive me, Morning Star Ancient Emperor. However, I left some of my original energy within Xing Su's body. With just a thought, although I wouldn't necessarily kill Xing Su without a burial place, I would definitely make her a true cripple.
" "Please, Ancient Emperor Morning Star, consider this carefully. My life is not worth losing, but it would be a great pity if Xing Su, your bloodline descendant, were to become a cripple because of me. I swear that if Ancient Emperor Morning Star allows me to leave, I will never make things difficult for Xing Su again, and I will fully support her in the Soul Palace and my clan!"
Upon hearing Hun Changqing's threatening words, Xing Su's previously calm smile froze instantly. After feeling her body, she raised her head, bit her lip, and looked at Hun Changqing with an extremely complicated gaze.
"Heh,"
the Morning Star Ancient Emperor sneered upon hearing Hun Changqing's words. His expression became even more ferocious, and the faint killing intent in his eyes instantly surged, becoming so intense that it almost solidified, directly permeating the plaza that resembled a divine miracle. The chilling and terrifying killing intent enveloped Hun Changqing. The Morning Star Ancient Emperor spoke to Hun Changqing in an extremely cold tone,
"With your petty tricks? Do you think I can't see through them? Although that energy does have some peculiarities, it's nothing to me. Hmph, this emperor never accepts any threats. Die!"
After saying this, the Morning Star Ancient Emperor, who had previously been devoid of any aura, suddenly surged with power. A violent roar resounded, as if the entire sky was about to be torn apart, and terrifying black mist surged wildly, enveloping Hun Changqing.
Hun Changqing stared at the overwhelming black mist descending upon him, feeling an immense, unstoppable aura emanating from it, like Mount Tai pressing down on him, leaving him utterly powerless to resist.
Hun Changqing wanted to escape, but he discovered that not only could he not mobilize his Yin True Qi, but his Divine Water Wood Essence was also completely unresponsive, as if both were dead.
Even his body was immobilized, making him feel like a small boat in a raging storm, a profound sense of powerlessness washing over him, leaving him no choice but to obediently await the terrifying black mist's arrival.
Seeing this inevitable demise, a flicker of resentment flashed in Hun Changqing's eyes, followed by a ruthless glint. "Since I'm going to die, then your bloodline descendant won't have it easy either!"
Then, Hun Changqing's mind stirred, and he began to sense the Taiyin True Qi within Xing Su's body. However, when his mind tried to guide the Taiyin True Qi within Xing Su's body, it was as if a stone had been thrown into the ocean, without the slightest response.
A helpless smile appeared on Hun Changqing's face. He knew that the Taiyin True Qi within Xing Su's body had indeed been erased by the Morning Star Ancient Emperor. Sure enough, even a remnant soul of a Dou Di realm expert was beyond his comprehension.
Hun Changqing said to himself with a self-deprecating smile. Then, looking at the magnificent and wondrous plaza around him, a trace of reluctance appeared in his eyes. He was still very attached to the Dou Qi Continent, this beautiful and dazzling world full of infinite unknown possibilities, but now he might really have to leave this place.
However, a carefree smile quickly appeared on his lips. Having escaped the ordinary body of his previous life and arrived on this bizarre and wondrous Dou Qi Continent, mastering unimaginable strength and experiencing so many things he dared not even dream of in his past life, he was content. His only regret was that he hadn't ultimately reached the pinnacle of the Dou Qi Continent…
Hun Changqing sighed, then, with a relaxed smile, quietly awaited the arrival of the black mist that brought him a dense threat of death.
Soon, Hun Changqing felt an indescribable, intense pain emanating from his body and soul. The black mist had arrived without fail, now frantically eroding his soul and body. The intense pain tormented Hun Changqing, making him wish he could die immediately; it was a living hell.
As time passed, Hun Changqing, initially tormented by the excruciating pain, gradually became numb, and his body slowly ceased to transmit pain.
His soul had withered to its utmost, his vision gradually blurred, and his consciousness slowly began to sink. At this moment, Hun Changqing felt as if he were in an endless, deathly silence and pitch-black void, feeling light and airy.
"Am I dying?"
Hun Changqing murmured softly. Then, in this endless void, he seemed to hear a familiar voice.
"No!"
It was Xingxiu's voice, but this voice was different from Xingxiu's usual voice; it was so sharp, so helpless, so heart-wrenching!
"An illusion?"
Hun Changqing murmured in confusion, but then he could no longer endure the indescribable torment. His consciousness sank, and he fell into complete darkness.