If Zhou Wen saw the current appearance of the Fiend Tomb, he would definitely be shocked.
It could no longer be called a tomb. Not only was there no tomb, but there was also a huge pit that looked like a bottomless pit.
Flames rose from the pit as the blazing white flames spewed dozens of meters high. If it wasn't for the seal set up by the Zhang family suppressing it, the flames would have long soared into the sky and made the world know.
Even though it was suppressed by the seal, the flames were still unimaginably terrifying. It made the bottomless pit look like the entrance to purgatory. The constantly burning flames turned the surrounding rocks into crystals. Under the illumination of the flames, they shimmered with a demonic glow.
The wooden cart stopped not far from the deep pit. The core members of the Zhang family were basically all present. Under Zhang Siyou's lead, they arrived at the edge of the seal.
The last time Zhou Wen saw Zhang Siyou was five years ago. If Zhou Wen were to see him again now, he probably wouldn't be able to recognize him.
Now, Zhang Siyou looked a lot older. It wasn't that his appearance had changed drastically, but that his mental state looked terrible.
Zhang Siyou looked at the flaming pit that resembled the entrance to purgatory and fell into a daze for a while.
"Family Head, we can begin," Uncle Zhang reminded. The Zhang family's eldest uncle reminded. Although he was Zhang Siyou's big brother, at this time, he could only respectfully call him Family Head.
Zhang Siyou seemed to wake up from a dream as he looked at the flaming pit again before retracting his gaze and turning to look at the wooden cart.
The Zhang family's gazes followed Zhang Siyou's as they looked at the wooden cart with complicated expressions.
"Family Head, it's almost time," Uncle Zhang reminded again.
"Forget it. Carry it down," Zhang Siyou said.
Uncle Zhang waved his hand when he heard that. Immediately, eight members of the Zhang family carried the coffin down from the wooden cart and carried it in front of them.
Zhang Siyou walked to the front of the coffin and touched the yellow paper talisman on the coffin lid with his finger. With a strange expression, he said, "Ever since our Celestial Master received the gift of heaven and established our Celestial Master lineage, the Zhang family has never been so humiliated."
Uncle Zhang said, "Family Head, you can't say that. Ever since the Ancestral Celestial Master, our Zhang family has been entangled with her. We have also been guarding the Fiend Tomb all this time. We have been severely affected by her aura. The Zhang family's bloodline has long been deeply rooted with demonic aura. This is the cause of our Zhang family's actions, and it is also the result we deserve. If she really comes into being like this, all of us in the Zhang Clan will be possessed by the devil, and Yuzhi will not be an exception. "
Everyone in the Zhang family was dejected. Although the First Uncle of the Zhang family was right, the Zhang family was deeply affected by the Hanba, and the Hanba could no longer be suppressed, it was necessary for it to come out into the world.
As long as Drought Demon was born, the Zhang family would be infected by the aura of the Fiend Tomb after guarding it for so many years. The demonic nature hidden in their bodies would erupt and they would become monsters that were neither human nor fiend.
After experiencing the corrosion and inheritance of the demonic aura for countless years, the demonic nature had already penetrated deep into the bones of the Zhang family. As long as Drought Demon was born, it would be useless even if the Zhang family fled to the ends of the world.
Originally, the Zhang family had been searching for a solution to this problem, but they didn't have a good solution. They watched as the Fiend Tomb changed day by day and Drought Demon was about to appear again.
Just as the Zhang family thought that they were really going to be wiped out, who knew that Drought Demon in the Fiend Tomb would raise a condition.
As long as Zhang Yuzhi fused with it, even if she was born, it wouldn't trigger the demonic nature in the Zhang family's bodies, allowing the Zhang family to maintain their human nature.
It was a fusion and not a contract. This made many people in the Zhang family unable to accept it.
If it was a contract, Zhang Yuzhi would at least still be alive. However, fusion was equivalent to the reverse of Wang Mingyuan fusing with the Guardian. The Guardian would be the main body and fuse with Zhang Yuzhi's body.
Although Drought Demon would still retain some of Zhang Yuzhi's characteristics, his thoughts would be the complete thoughts of Drought Demon. Zhang Yuzhi would be no different from being completely dead.
However, reality was cruel. Although the choice between the death of the entire family and the death of Zhang Yuzhi was difficult, the answer was obvious.
"Family Head, let me send my sister off one last time," Zhang Chunqiu said softly.
"Can you?" Zhang Siyou was slightly taken aback as he asked Zhang Chunqiu.
The Zhang family doted on Zhang Yuzhi, and Zhang Chunqiu had the best relationship with her. Originally, Zhang Siyou didn't want Zhang Chunqiu to come, but he insisted on coming.
"I can. I want to accompany my sister on this final journey," Zhang Chunqiu said.
"Let Chunqiu send her off. Chunqiu and Yuzhi have the best relationship. With Chunqiu sending her off, Yuzhi will feel more at ease," Uncle Zhang persuaded.
In fact, Uncle Zhang was willing to speak up for Zhang Chunqiu because many people in the Zhang family didn't agree to using Zhang Yuzhi to make a deal with Drought Demon.
If Zhang Chunqiu, who had the best relationship with Zhang Yuzhi, personally sent Zhang Yuzhi to Drought Demon, the others would have nothing to say.
"Go on. No matter how difficult the path ahead is, you have to continue. Take care of yourself," Zhang Siyou said as he patted Zhang Chunqiu on the shoulder.
"Chunqiu understands. It's the same for you." Zhang Chunqiu bowed respectfully before walking to the coffin's side. He stroked the coffin and said, "Sister, I'm here to send you off. I'll accompany you on this final journey."
With that said, Zhang Chunqiu reached out and lifted the coffin, placing it on his shoulder.
The person carrying the coffin wanted to come forward to help, but he was stopped by Zhang Chunqiu. "I can do it myself."
With that said, Zhang Chunqiu carried the coffin and walked towards the fire pit step by step.
When the coffin reached the crystallized rock, the flames in the pit suddenly erupted, instantly burning the seal set up by the Zhang family to ashes.
Thousands of yellow paper talismans rose in the flames and turned to ashes.
Blazing white flames soared into the sky like an aurora, illuminating the nearby mountains. At the same time, the scorching power roasted all the plants dry. Ordinary animals were unable to escape.
In the middle of the flame pillar, a huge flower that seemed to be condensed from flames appeared.
That flower looked like a lotus, but there was something different about it. Every single petal was pure white and translucent, without a trace of impurities. However, the powerful energy contained within it was as if a single petal could turn the entire world into a fiery purgatory.
"Place her in the flower and the grudge between me and the Zhang family will be written off. From now on, you don't have to suffer the pain of the demonic nature anymore." A strange female voice sounded from the fire pit.
Zhang Chunqiu carried the coffin and stared at the flower. He said calmly, "Legend has it that Drought Demon was originally a goddess who helped Emperor Huang defeat the Count of Wind and Master of Rain. As she didn't return to the Heavenly realm in time, she could only wander the north. However, the power of fire on Goddess Drought Demon was too powerful. Wherever she passed, there was scorched land. Therefore, she was cursed by people. In the end, God sent down punishment, turning her into a corpse that was buried deep underground. She never saw the light of day again. "
"It's just a legend." The woman's voice actually answered Zhang Chunqiu.
Zhang Chunqiu nodded and continued, "In my Zhang family, there's another legend. Before the ancestral Celestial Master died, he once said that if the Drought Demon wants to return to the world, he has to meet three conditions. I wonder if it's true?"
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