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The oppressive feeling in the air was so chilling that it felt more deadly than a month of continuous cilantro consumption. Everyone seemed to be frozen in place, afraid to even breathe, lest they inadvertently become a sacrifice.
Suddenly, the serpent-shaped birthmark on Xiao Meng's left arm seemed to awaken some formidable power, and it began to ooze sparkling blood droplets that shimmered like starlight. This blood was not ordinary; it appeared to be the essence of the galaxy, radiating an eerie glow that sent shivers down the spine.
At the same time, a crack finally appeared on the Witch's eternally icy face. She gripped her staff tightly; its material was unknown but resembled the bone of some ancient creature, emitting a faint cold light. Without hesitation, she thrust the staff forcefully toward the Ancestral Spirit Mirror, chanting incantations in a low, hoarse voice that sounded like a demon's whisper from the depths of hell: "Now, activate the Millennium Uterus Formation!"
As the Witch's voice echoed, the entire space began to tremble as if something terrifying was about to descend. The cracks on the Ancestral Spirit Mirror widened, spreading like a spider's web, threatening to shatter at any moment. The floating Starlight Babies within the mirror ceased their playful antics, their eyes widening in terror.
Then, an ancient image emerged from the mirror. It depicted a young girl clad in animal skins, kneeling on an altar, her body bound tightly while flames blazed around her. Several priestesses in bizarre attire pointed at her and chanted incantations. This was indeed the scene of the First Generation Priestess being sacrificed!
"Is this a live broadcast of a historical tragedy?" Xiao Meng thought to herself, though the scene was horrifying; it reminded her of those archaeological documentaries.
Just as everyone’s attention was captivated by the image in the mirror, another unexpected event occurred! A shadow suddenly burst forth from Xing Hen's robe fragment and darted toward Xiao Meng with lightning speed.
It was Xing Jin! His gloomy face was now filled with a frenzied killing intent. He held an ancient Bronze Compass in his hand, its needle spinning wildly before finally pointing directly at Xiao Meng.
"The Bloodline Loop can only be stopped with Traitor's Blood!" Xing Jin's voice was hoarse and sharp, reminiscent of an old bellows creaking. He lunged at Xiao Meng like a cheetah, his Bronze Compass flashing with sinister light.
"Whoa! Is this guy some kind of monkey? He's so fast!" Xiao Meng exclaimed in shock as she tried to dodge but found her body frozen in place, unable to move.
In that critical moment, an aged arm suddenly reached out from beside her and seized Xing Jin by the throat. It was Black-hearted Grandpa! His once-kind face had turned monstrous, eyes glinting with malice. His hand, which should have been covered in wrinkles, now appeared unnaturally smooth—like that of a baby.
"Want to touch my cash cow? You’ll have to get through me first!" Black-hearted Grandpa’s voice was deep and cold, akin to a demon’s whisper from hell. His fingers clamped down on Xing Jin’s throat like iron pincers; Xing Jin’s face turned pale as he flailed helplessly in mid-air.
"Wow! This old man is full of surprises! Is he about to perform some kind of ghost-slaying act?" Xiao Meng thought in astonishment; she had never imagined that Black-hearted Grandpa could possess such strength.
As Black-hearted Grandpa grappled with Xing Jin, yet another anomaly occurred! The Sandglass Fragments scattered on the ground suddenly began to levitate as if summoned by some mysterious force. The fragments spun and combined in mid-air until they reformed into a complete hourglass.
Suddenly, the hourglass emitted a dazzling light, and when the glow faded, a beautifully crafted baby appeared before everyone. The baby had chubby cheeks and big, watery eyes, looking incredibly adorable. However, the aura emanating from him instilled a sense of profound awe.
"What the hell? Is this some kind of joke? The hourglass turned into a baby? Is he a reincarnation of the Calabash Brothers?" Xiao Meng thought to herself, feeling as if her worldview was about to collapse.
The baby paid no attention to the crowd's astonishment. Instead, he stretched out his chubby little hand and pointed at the Ancestral Spirit Mirror, his tender voice ringing out: "We must pierce the mirror's essence with the Starry Marriage Contract!" Though his voice was childish, it was filled with determination and resolve.
Just as he was about to take action, the Witch suddenly raised her Bone Flute and hurled it fiercely at the baby. The Bone Flute transformed into a streak of light and instantly struck the baby, pinning him firmly in the center of the Ancestral Spirit Mirror.
"Thud!"
The baby's body was instantly pierced, blood staining the mirror's surface. His big, watery eyes were filled with pain and unwillingness.
"What the hell! That witch is ruthless! She doesn't even spare a baby!" Xiao Meng shouted in her mind, feeling an eruption of anger within her.
At that moment, Sunshine's Xing Jian began to tremble violently, as if something was about to break free from its cocoon. The Starlight Power and Starlight Robe began to merge, gradually forming a blurry outline of a Giant Baby...
What would he turn into? Xiao Meng had no idea.
Alright, little one, fasten your seatbelt because things are about to get *weird*.
The Xing Jian surrounding Sunshine began to pulsate like a disco ball on steroids. It flickered with celestial energy as the starlight woven into his Long Robe twisted and morphed. Imagine a giant, cosmic, glowing baby—yes, that kind of *weird*.
Then, as if the visual effects weren't trippy enough, this Giant Baby *spoke*, its voice resonating with the weight of a thousand galaxies: "I will use your heartbeat as the damned key to my birth portal!" Now that's quite a *unique* way to be born.
Xiao Meng was left speechless by this audacious display; honestly, such situations were rare. The air crackled with intense energy, making her feel like there were popping candies dancing on her tongue.
Meanwhile, Black-hearted Grandpa was not one to be outdone in terms of strangeness. His arms, which had been soft like those of a baby just moments ago and nearly choked Xing Jin to death, suddenly swelled up like an inflated pool toy. They grew larger and stretched across to the other side of the cave, his wrinkled skin becoming taut and smooth until it resembled an enormous stone statue's arm.
He roared with a deep rumble that shook the very foundation of the ritual chamber: "The witch's womb will devour all the stars!" Wasn't that a bit exaggerated?
Xiao Meng felt her teeth vibrating along with it.
Then, as if prompted by some unseen cue, the witch's bizarre Delivery Array suddenly activated, sucking in those ghostly Star Infants like a cosmic vacuum cleaner. The air filled with the smell of ozone and something else—an ancient and... unsettling scent.
This smell tickled Xiao Meng's nose; she desperately wanted to sneeze.
And then—then—the real horror began.
The Ghost Star Infants trapped within the witch's Formation Diagram started... melting.
It was like ice cream on a hot summer day but far more terrifying.
Their ethereal forms dissolved into a shimmering, viscous liquid, their faint cries echoing in the cave before fading into an eerie silence. The stench intensified, a nauseating mix of burnt sugar and something akin to rotten eggs.
Xiao Meng wrinkled her nose; the smell lingered at the back of her throat like a bad memory. She felt cold sweat bead on her forehead, even as swirling cosmic energy surrounded her, the temperature in the room plummeted sharply. The floor beneath her feet felt strangely slippery, and she realized with horror that it was covered in the liquefied remains of the Star Infant.
Disgusting.
But that wasn’t the worst part. As the Star Infant melted away, their essence, their very existence, seemed to be absorbed by the witch. Her ancient form surged with newfound power, her eyes burning with malevolent light. The bone staff in her hand pulsed with dark energy, casting grotesque shadows that danced along the walls.
The air grew heavy, and pressure built up in Xiao Meng's ears, making her feel as if she were deep underwater. Suddenly, Black-hearted Grandpa's massive arm swung down toward the witch's Formation Diagram, shattering the stone floor like thin ice.
“Not under my watch, you Old Witch!” he roared, his voice filled with a fury Xiao Meng had never witnessed before. The impact sent shockwaves through the room, knocking Xiao Meng to the ground.
She crashed heavily onto the floor, all the air rushing from her lungs, her mouth filled with a metallic taste. She could hear the witch's scream—a sharp wail that unsettled her deeply.
“Grandpa, what are you doing?” Xiao Meng coughed, struggling to sit up.
But Black-hearted Grandpa did not respond. He was too busy grappling with the witch, their fierce struggle shaking the very foundations of reality. Amidst this chaos, Xing Jin still clutched his Bronze Compass tightly, shifting slightly…
“This… this changes everything…” he murmured, his eyes fixed on the swirling turmoil before him. He gripped the compass firmly; its metal felt cold against his palm. His gaze shifted to the Ancestral Spirit Mirror. “Now…”
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