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The Seventy-Two Golden Rays pierced through the crimson sky, and the crescent-shaped birthmarks on the foreheads of the newborns emitted a humming sound akin to sacred chants. I watched as the ethereal figure of Consort Shu solidified from the golden light. The golden ornaments adorning her hair transformed into writhing Venom Worms, and the half-broken Dragon-Slaying Sword did not bleed; instead, it oozed a dark, inky Corpse Oil.
"My dear child, does this situation suit your fancy?" she asked, her fingertips brushing over Chu Tiankuo's transparent soul, leaving burn marks on his spiritual form. When her gaze shifted to me, the bird atop her head suddenly flapped its wings, and its emerald eyes reflected the horrifying sight of three hundred Ice Coffins breaking through the earth.
The ground cracked thunderously, and blood gushed forth like a fountain. The townsfolk's pupils glimmered with golden light as they mechanically tore off their ribs and cast them into the spring. Each bone dissolved upon contact with the water, transforming into Blood Butterflies, their wing patterns piecing together my childhood visage. Consort Shu waved her wide sleeves gracefully, and the Blood Butterflies coalesced into a "mother" figure with open arms, yet her neck was covered in Southern Liang Secret Patterns.
"Li'er, let your mother see your Burning Heart Bone." Each word spoken by the Blood Butterfly apparition carried the rustling sound of Venom Worms flapping their wings. I gripped the Dragon-Slaying Sword tightly; suddenly, the sword's Chilong Pattern split open, and as the Memory Pearl rolled away, it sparked like starlight—revealing an image of Consort Shu sneaking into the residence of the Northern Duke, mixing Venom Worms into a pregnancy tonic. The Southern Liang Saintess lay unconscious on her bed, her abdomen swollen with movement that mirrored my own Lan Wen.
Consort Shu's laughter shattered the glazed tiles: "Did you not expect this? I personally infused the Saintess's bloodline into the Chu Royal Family..." She suddenly seized the Blood Butterfly by its throat, and my true mother's lingering soul emerged from within the swarm of butterflies, bound by chains engraved with curses.
I shattered the Memory Pearl; fragments of Gui Jiao ignited in midair with Burning Heart Incantation. Consort Shu's Eight-Armed Venom God form had yet to fully materialize when Chu Tiankuo's lingering soul sank into the Sword Body: "The Shenting Acupoint has three inches of reverse scales!" The Dragon-Slaying Sword emitted a dragon's roar as its blade pierced through time and space—three years of rain on Yongchang; seven-year-old Chu Tiankuo curled up on Consort Shu's palace beam, watching as the national master implanted Venom Worms into her spine; during a heavy snowfall at the Previous Life Execution Ground, he revealed a faint glow from his Chilong Seal while a black-clad captive bore a Southern Liang Wolf Pattern mark on his nape; deep within Bing Yuan, he intentionally allowed the Venom God to devour him while his fingertips crushed Locking Soul Jade...
"Elder Sister, this sword must pierce through three hundred years of causality." Chu Tiankuo's voice echoed amidst the sword's ringing. As the Venom God’s crown split open, the newborns in Seventy-Two Cities fell silent; golden threads surged from their birthmarks and cocooned Consort Shu. I cut my wrist; where my Burning Heart Blood dripped, a Blood Butterfly transformed into Lan Lian to cradle my soul. The Burning Heart Butterfly marks appearing on the townsfolk’s foreheads resonated with the totem atop the Ice Abyss Saintess’s coffin.
Amidst the explosive sounds of shattering Ice Layer, the First Generation Saintess soared on Zhu Long. Her blood mole at her brow resonated with my Lan Wen; a torrent of memories from three hundred years engulfed heaven and earth—Pei Huai Jin inscribed with reversal formations during that night in Bing Yuan when the national master tore off his skin to reveal a Guardian of the Tomb mark while Chu Tiankuo’s heart beat with bloodlines from both the Saintess and Southern Liang Former Emperor Murong Chong.
"It is time to awaken." The Saintess's fingertip touched my brow as the gate to return opened within the clouds. Consort Shu's cocoon suddenly burst open; her decaying true form lunged at Zhu Long while grasping Chu Tiankuo’s lingering soul: "I am truly..."
In that instant when the Dragon-Slaying Sword pierced through all three figures, time and space froze. I witnessed the truth of Yongchang First Year: Murong Chong embraced the Saintess in death on the battlefield while Consort Shu extracted her pregnancy and implanted it within Consort Chu. Sleeping within Bing Yuan’s Three Hundred Hanging Coffins were all illegitimate children of Murong Royal Family.
"The Chu Clan Bloodline is merely my Southern Liang’s vessel for Venom." Consort Shu screamed just before her soul scattered. Yet Chu Tiankuo’s final fragment of lingering soul wrapped around Chilong Seal fell into my palm; it contained an imperial decree for succession and military tokens: "Elder Sister, use my bones and blood to reshape our mountains and rivers..."
As dawn pierced through the blood mist, the First Generation Saintess leaped into return carrying remnants of Venom God. In the spiritual light rising from Seventy-Two Cities' earth veins, townsfolk knelt toward the imperial city. As their Lan Die marks unfurled upon their foreheads, their dismantled ribs were reborn from the blood spring as White Jade Bone Corpses paving a path to heaven.
I stood amidst the ruins of Star Observation Platform; Dragon-Slaying Sword transformed into a jade hairpin binding my white hair. The morning breeze stirred The Venom Codex among scorched earth; words "Burning Heart" on its tattered pages were entwined by newly sprouted vines. When the first Lan Die landed before Chu Tiankuo’s tombstone adorned in robes, a clear phoenix cry resonated from Bing Yuan—Three Hundred Hanging Coffins turned to stardust, each particle containing an infant crying for rebirth.
(The End)
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