Song Hengjiang quietly watched "Zhuang Chengqian" carve the formation patterns. The complicated patterns were like little flowers blooming around Song Wanxi.
At this moment, Song Wanxi's eyes were slightly closed. Her brows were scarlet. That was the blood from "Zhuang Chengqian's" heart.
He had always known how much his sister loved Zhuang Chengqian.
After becoming obsessed, Wanxi had not closed her eyes for two hundred and eighteen years. Was it because she sensed Zhuang Chengqian that she could sleep peacefully?
He was not used to the handsome youth Zhuang Chengqian now.
He was still more used to the ugly and heroic Zhuang Chengqian.
Yes. In his impression, Zhuang Chengqian had the heroic spirit of a hero who "befriended the heroes of the Five Capitals" and the callousness of a general who ignored life and death.
Zhuang Chengqian was not as heroic as recorded in the history books of the Zhuang Kingdom, nor was he as despicable as described by the Yong people.
He was a complicated and three-dimensional person.
But to Song Hengjiang, his sworn brother.
No matter how callous Zhuang Chengqian was to others, no matter how the world evaluated him. At least to the Clear River Water Tribe and to Song Hengjiang, Zhuang Chengqian had always maintained a proper attitude.
Just as he said when he confronted Zhuang Gaoxian, when Zhuang Chengqian was still alive, he never brought a single soldier to the Clear River Water Tribe. He always followed the etiquette of a younger brother attending to an older brother and never had an arrogant attitude. He was like this when he was a general, and he was like this when he was a ruler.
Song Wanxi's death caused him to harbor great resentment toward Zhuang Chengqian. But Zhuang Chengqian's grief and insanity at that time could not be faked. He even disregarded the stability of the country and killed Gu Yi, who was also his wife, and buried the entire White Bone Path with Song Wanxi. In the end, he died in the battle against the White Bone God.
He could not say that Zhuang Chengqian did not try his best and did not atone for his sins.
But sometimes, fate made fools of people. Perhaps it was the will of heaven that did not allow good things to last.
"This looks like a duckweed flower," Song Hengjiang said as he looked at the gradually forming formation patterns.
In the legends of the Water Tribe, the day the duckweed flowers bloomed on the water surface, the wandering had reached its end.
That was a beautiful vision. The displaced Water Tribe longed for a peaceful river and did not want to wander around anymore.
Of course, he knew this legend. He had heard Song Wanxi mention it countless times.
Therefore, his voice was hoarse. "Wanxi will be back soon. We can reunite …"
No one knew how much of his grief was real and how much was fake. Perhaps even he himself couldn't tell!
However, the end of drifting might not necessarily be stability. It could also be … death.
The formation pattern was completely formed.
It was like a sea of red flowers that surrounded Song Wanxi, whose eyes were tightly shut.
Song Hengjiang slowly squatted down and reached out to hold her hand.
It was bone-chilling.
He murmured, "It's like the flowers on the water have bloomed and I've returned to my hometown."
The branch of the Qing River Water Clan was not originally in Qing River. They had only arrived here after a long migration. However, even to Song Hengjiang, the memories of his hometown were too distant.
Only the happy times when he played with his younger sister when he was young still flashed before his eyes.
He slowly closed his eyes and his soul left his body. Following the secret method Zhuang Chengqian had described, he pushed away the Devil Qi and escaped into Song Wanxi's Primordial Spirit Sea.
'Zhuang Chengqian' knelt at the side and cried, "Big Brother …"
Before his soul completely entered Song Wanxi's Primordial Spirit Sea and he demonized himself, Song Hengjiang left behind his last Spiritual Thought.
"This is the last time I'm handing Wanxi to you. Take good care of her …"
"Big Brother …" 'Zhuang Chengqian's face was covered in tears. "Don't worry, this time, I …"
His voice was sorrowful and his expression was sorrowful.
However, his hand was very steady. He covered Song Wanxi's eyes with one hand, as though he couldn't bear to let her see the tragic scene. His other hand slashed across like a knife!
Direct, straightforward, and ruthless.
Song Hengjiang's soul that had left his body had his head chopped off! He fell to the ground in a spurt of blood.
At this moment, Song Hengjiang, who was deep in Song Wanxi's Primordial Spirit Sea and was demonizing himself, naturally sensed that something was wrong and charged out with tremendous strength.
However, he hit an invisible barrier and fell back into the blood-colored Primordial Spirit Sea.
Zhuang Chengqian pressed a seal between Song Wanxi's eyebrows and stopped Song Hengjiang's resistance.
His current strength might not be able to suppress Song Hengjiang's soul.
However, it was feasible to use Song Wanxi's Devil body as a cage.
Back then, the three of them had explored this ancient demon cave together and each had their own gains. Later on, Song Hengjiang was able to guide Song Wanxi into demonization and preserve her life. Zhuang Chengqian had gained even more!
However, he hadn't had many opportunities to use it.
After cutting off the support Song Hengjiang's body had for his soul, 'Zhuang Chengqian' stretched out his left hand and hovered it over Song Wanxi's face.
His right index finger gently slid across his left wrist. Instantly, blood gushed out!
More and more blood flowed out, faster and faster.
It was hard to imagine that a person could have so much blood. It was as though the blood was endless.
Zhuang Chengqian constantly destroyed the body's potential to produce more blood.
The surging river of blood covered Song Wanxi's entire body, turning her into a bloody person.
The blood flowed and all kinds of strange patterns could be vaguely seen. They crawled like blood-colored insects.
What Zhuang Chengqian wanted was much more than Jiang Wang had imagined!
He didn't just want to kill Song Hengjiang to prevent future trouble. Furthermore, he wanted to use Song Hengjiang's soul and Song Wanxi's Devil body to complete his plan.
When he suddenly saw Song Hengjiang return to the underwater cave, he immediately had this idea!
Song Wanxi had the appearance of a True Demon, and Song Hengjiang had the soul of a peak Divine Descent. If he refined them together, he would have a chance to create a Blood Puppet True Demon.
A Blood Puppet with the strength of a True Demon, but completely under his control!
The Blood Puppet True Demon was a product that only existed in his imagination, but he was confident he could complete it.
When the time came, he would completely control Jiang Wang's body and recover his past Perfected Person cultivation. He would have the strength of two Perfected Persons, and would truly be stronger than before.
Blood flowed out continuously. His face grew paler, but his eyes grew brighter.
The blood flowed and solidified, forming a strange and evil blood coffin.
Song Wanxi lay inside silently. Song Hengjiang's soul was shackled in the Primordial Spirit Sea of this Devil body, and would soon be transformed by the fiendish energy.
When the blood coffin completely stabilized and was opened, the Blood Puppet True Demon would be born.
Everything went smoothly. Just like countless times in the past, 'Zhuang Chengqian' prepared to welcome his victory.
At this time, he discovered that the wound on his wrist was giving off a white light.
"What is this?"
The murmurs in the inner palace finally became clear. The voice murmured, "Flesh grows white bone, soul returns to the body … …"
The wound on his wrist started to heal.
'Zhuang Chengqian's' expression immediately changed. "Flesh Grows Soul Returns!"
Boom!
An ancient passageway seemed to be opened.
An overwhelming pressure descended upon the world.
They squeezed into this abandoned ancient cave of devils.
A High And Remote, indifferent and emotionless voice descended.
"Zhuang Chengqian!"
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