The golden blood on her wrist quickly penetrated into the black armor of the leader of the secret guards, making a sizzling corrosive sound.

The dark guard leader's face turned pale in an instant. He felt that the power in his body was rapidly losing, and an unprecedented sense of fear surged into his heart.

He wanted to break free from Cai Wenshuang's shackles, but found that his body was completely out of control.

"The Heavenly Mechanical Wheel... is about to wake up..."

The voice of the remnant soul of the opera mother rang out again. This time, there was a hint of madness, a hint of expectation, and a hint of... liberation in her voice.

Deep in the underground palace, there were waves of mechanical rotation sounds, clicking, like a summoning from ancient times, and like a death talisman, making people frightened.

"Wen Shuang, listen to me..." Xi Yu's voice was weak, but with unquestionable determination. He raised his hand with great effort to touch her cheek.

The golden chains, like poisonous snakes that appeared out of thin air, winding out from Cai Wenshuang's chest, so fast that it was unresponsive.

The golden luster is not like the mortal object, but like the chains of gods, with sacred and inviolable majesty.

One end of the chain connects Cai Wenshuang's heart, and the other end divides into two strands, wrapping around the remnant souls of the mother of Xi and the leader of the secret guards, nailing them firmly to the cold stone pillars.

There is a strange fragrance in the air, with a hint of blood in the sweetness, making people feel nauseous.

"What you changed back then was not a container, but the real core of the Heavenly Mechanism Wheel in Cai's father's body!" Cai Wenshuang's voice became hoarse due to the pain, but it was still loud and loud. Every word hit everyone present like a heavy hammer.

Xi Yu suddenly grabbed Cai Wenshuang's wrist, his fingertips were cold, but his strength was as if he wanted to crush her bones.

"Don't believe the mother of the movie, she..." His voice was hoarse, with a hint of imperceptible tremor, as if he was trying his best to suppress something.

At this moment, a figure staggered out on the mural of the underground palace, and it was the Taoist Qingfeng who had disappeared for a long time.

His hair and beard were white and ragged, but his eyes were flashing with a crazy light.

"Hahaha... The movie is so calculating, and the twin bloodlines are swallowing each other!" He laughed wildly, and the laughter echoed in the underground palace, like the cry of a night owl, which was creepy.

Immediately afterwards, a black shadow flashed from the darkness, which was Guanglingzi.

He looked pale, and he was holding a bottle of medicine tightly in his hand, and several broken prescriptions rolled out from the mouth of the bottle.

"That plague twenty years ago was the mother of the drama to ask me..." His words came to an abrupt end, and the remaining pages of the prescription were scattered on the ground, and the names of several medicinal herbs could be vaguely seen on it, which looked particularly strange in the dim light.

Deep in the underground palace, the long-silent bronze puppet group suddenly came alive. Their eyes emitted a faint green light and walked towards everyone, like messengers from hell.

The voice of the remnant soul of the opera mother came from the puppet's mouth, empty and cold: "Wen Shuang, your father voluntarily carved into the Heavenly Memorial Wheel to save me, and now he should use his blood to restart..."

Suddenly, Cai's father suddenly pulled out the sword of the leader of the secret guard, and the blade flashed coldly, reflecting his decisive eyes.

He staggered towards Cai Wenshuang, his eyes full of complex emotions, including love, reluctance, and deep guilt.

"Don't let her succeed!" He roared, aiming the tip of the knife at his heart...

"Dad—!" Cai Wenshuang's shrill shouts resounded throughout the underground palace, watching the knife in his father's hand...

The air in the underground palace seemed to solidify. The knife in Cai's father's hand stopped in mid-air, and the tip of the knife almost touched his clothes.

Everyone was stunned by Xi Yu's sudden actions.

His movements of pulling open his clothes were rough and decisive, revealing the crisscrossing scars on his chest, which was shocking.

Those scars are not ordinary sword wounds, but are like some ancient totem, strangely coincident with the patterns of the Tianji Wheel.

"Guanglingzi, my blood was mixed into the medicine you gave to Cai's father back then!" Xi Yu's voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his chest, with a suffocating and oppressive feeling.

He stared at Guanglingzi tightly, his eyes as if he was about to swallow him alive.

Guanglingzi's face suddenly changed, and the pale face was now even bloodless.

His lips were trembling, trying to defend himself, but he seemed to be strangled by something and could not make any sound.

"Idiot! Mother of the Mother is the real one..." Guanglingzi suddenly burst out, like a trapped beast fighting, and suddenly pushed Taoist Qingfeng beside him into the bottomless crack under his feet.

Taoist Master Qingfeng let out a shrill scream, and his figure disappeared into the darkness in an instant, leaving only a creepy echo in the underground palace.

Guanglingzi's words came to an abrupt end, as if they were cut off by someone, leaving a huge suspense that made people feel itchy.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The Tianji wheel made a harsh friction sound and began to rotate in reverse.

The golden light spiraled like a whirlpool, sucking the residual soul of the Mother of Mother into it.

The remnant soul screamed shrillly, but could not break free from the powerful suction force, and eventually turned into a bloody rain that poured into Cai Wenshuang's eyebrows.

Cai Wenshuang's body trembled violently, as if she was suffering tremendous pain.

On the middle of her eyebrows, the blood-red mark became more and more vivid, like the blooming Manzhushahua, charming and weird.

A series of blurred scenes suddenly flashed in front of Xi Yu's eyes: Twenty years ago, in a dilapidated temple, two babies in cradles were placed in the Tianji Wheel at the same time... One of the babies was himself!

Although the other baby couldn't see his face clearly, his swaddle clothes were very similar to those on Cai Wenshuang's clothes.

"Go away! This is the game set by the mother of the play!" Cai's father suddenly hugged Cai Wenshuang and roared, his voice full of despair and unwillingness.

He suddenly pushed Cai Wenshuang to Xi Yu, his eyes full of determination.

Xi Yu subconsciously caught Cai Wenshuang, but felt a coldness in his hand.

The human figure is exactly the same as that of Cai’s father, but it has a bit more majestic and sacred, just like a god descending to earth.

"What you secretly changed back then was not the bloodline, but the real key of the Heavenly Mechanical Wheel!" Cai's father's voice resounded throughout the underground palace like a big bell.

His eyes fell on Xi Wujiang, with endless ridicule and contempt.

Xi Wujiang's remnant soul let out a sharp roar, like a wounded beast.

"Bad! How dare you hide your twin bloodlines?" He stretched out his withered fingers and pointed at Cai's father, his eyes full of murderous intent.

Xi Yu coughed out a mouthful of black blood, but a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and laughed wildly: "You died twenty years ago, I am the real drama Wujiang!" His laughter was full of madness and pride, as if he had already controlled everything.

The Tianji Wheel suddenly shone brightly, and a beam of light was projected into the air, forming a huge picture.

The picture is a wedding letter between Cai’s father and Mother Xi, with beautiful handwriting and sharp pen tips.

The signature is the handwriting of Xi Yu when he was young, but it is young but firm.

"This..." The Imperial Doctor of the Imperial City looked at the wedding book, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he muttered to himself in disbelief.

The woman in purple in his hand had slightly trembling eyelids, as if she would wake up at any time...

In the underground palace, the air is as viscous as solidified blood, filled with the smell of dust and decay.

The heavenly wheel buzzed and shook, and the faint light emitted reflected everyone's twisted face.

The woman in purple had her eyelids trembled, like a trapped beast struggling in a cage.

The hatred in her eyes was so strong that it could not be dissolved. It was a hatred for Xi Yu and fate.

She seized the opportunity, and her slender fingers poked out like a poisonous snake, stabbing her natal Gu into Xi Yu's heart.

Xi Yu groaned and his body trembled violently.

He looked down in disbelief and looked at the scarlet red on his chest, like a blooming mandala, charming and deadly.

However, the next moment, an accident suddenly occurred.

The Imperial Doctor of the Imperial City, this man who had been hiding in the shadows, suddenly rose up.

He grabbed the girl in purple with his back hand, like carrying a broken puppet, pushing her hard into the bottomless abyss.

"The Lord was swallowed by the drama mother!" His voice was sharp and harsh, with hysterical madness.

The woman in purple let out a shrill scream, drew an arc of despair in the air, and disappeared into the darkness.

There were creepy echoes in the underground palace, like the wailing of hell.

At the same time, the golden blood on Cai Wen's fingertips seemed to be summoned by some kind of summoning, and actually condensed into a huge golden sword in the air.

The sword body is filled with brilliance, exuding a sacred and majestic aura.

The hilt of the sword is the pattern of the Xiyu jade pendant, complex and mysterious, like an ancient spell.

Xi Wujiang's remnant soul let out a shrill roar, turning into a thick black mist and sweeping towards the sky above the imperial city.

The black fog covered the sky and the sun, covering the entire imperial city in a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.

The sound of the wind roars, like the howling of a ghost, which is terrifying.

Suddenly, an ethereal and cold voice came from the depths of the ground, like a whisper from hell: "The Heavenly Memorial Wheel is going to devour the entire imperial vein..." It was the voice of the Mother of the Mother, with endless greed and madness.

Cai’s father’s face changed drastically. He grabbed Cai Wenshuang and pushed her towards Xi Yu.

"Quick! Restart with the twin blood covenant..." His voice was quick and hoarse, with unquestionable orders.

However, before he finished speaking, the change occurred again.

The entire imperial city began to shake violently.

The ground cracks and the house collapses, just like the end of the world.

What is even more shocking is that the entire imperial city began to slowly reverse, the sky turned into the earth, and the earth turned into the sky.

In the chaos, Xi Yu's jade pendant emitted a dazzling light, and the light became more and more prosperous, and finally it reflected the light of the Tianji Wheel and merged into one.

The patterns on the jade pendant completely coincide with the patterns on the Tianji wheel, like a perfect fit, exuding ancient and mysterious power.
To be continued...