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"It seems that Bai Zhi has big plans." Jiaojiao sighed after listening and watching.

Bai Zhi, this name has always been a special existence among the gods. His plan is like an invisible net, silently spreading to those powerful ancient gods.

"Bai Zhi's plan is really perfect. If it weren't for us, no one would be able to find Bai Zhi's flaws." Xiao Yu said. Xiao Yu's eyes were filled with a trace of amazement that was difficult to conceal. In his cognition, the ancient gods were extremely wise and powerful. Zhe Yan, the old phoenix, his wisdom was as hot and bright as his flame; Mo Yuan, calm and powerful, the power he guarded was as indestructible as the stars; Emperor Donghua, that was a cold and far-sighted existence; Yaoguang, was also a god who should not be underestimated. However, Bai Zhi was able to take them all into account.

"Yes, in the blink of an eye, Zheyan, Moyuan, Donghua and Yaoguang, the few remaining ancient gods, were all taken into account." Jiaojiao sighed. In this seemingly peaceful world of gods, there are actually undercurrents. What exactly is Bai Zhi's purpose? Is it for supreme power, or is there a deeper consideration about the fate of the gods? At this time, they only know that the gods who were calculated are still unaware, like blindfolded beasts, moving forward on the trajectory set by Bai Zhi. And as bystanders, should they expose all this and break Bai Zhi's carefully designed game? This is a dilemma. Once exposed, it may cause great turmoil among the gods; but if it is allowed to develop, it is unknown where the final outcome will lead to.

After Bai Zhi deepened his magic on Zhe Yan, he returned to the blood pool. Seeing Zi Tong lying in a half-dead state by the blood pool, Bai Zhi looked at Zi Tong with sarcasm.

"What? Did you come to see if I'm dead or not?" Zi Tong asked with his eyes open.

"I was just trying it out. Since you're not dead, let it go." Bai Zhi said.

The atmosphere beside the blood pool was as oppressive as a block of solidified lead. Bai Zhi had just deepened his spell on Zhe Yan, and now he returned here with a sense of arrogance as if he had won. His eyes fell on Zi Tong, as if he saw a prey that he could play with at will.

"Zi Tong, haven't you made up your mind yet?" Bai Zhi spoke, his words full of sarcasm, "Look at your tribesmen, they are watching you here every day, waiting for your master to save them, but? No one can save them, they can only wait to die, they can only wait to become part of the blood pool and can't wait for their tribe leader to save them." The tribesmen in the blood pool were struggling in pain, and the scene was indeed heartbreaking, but Zi Tong knew that this was Bai Zhi's strategy to win over their hearts.

"Bah, stop trying to sow discord here." Zi Tong's eyes were full of disgust and disdain. He knew Bai Zhi's insidiousness and cunningness, and he knew that if he wavered, he would fall into Bai Zhi's trap.

Bai Zhi was angered by Zi Tong's retort, and his face turned gloomy. "You are a fool, and you are still insisting on doing it in vain. Your master can't save himself, do you think he can really come to save you?" Zi Tong straightened his spine and responded loudly: "My master will definitely come, he will not abandon us. And you, Bai Zhi, do you think you can make me surrender by using such a despicable means?"

Bai Zhi snorted coldly, and he decided to intensify the torture on Zi Tong's mind. "Then you can continue to dream, and wait until your people are watching, and see how you can still be stubborn." Zi Tong gritted her teeth, and although she was worried, her faith was as firm as ever. This conflict was a contest between conspiracy and faith. Under Bai Zhi's relentless pressure, Zi Tong still held on to the hope that her master and her people would be rescued.

"Oh, my people, why are my people looking at me? Are you still keeping them?" Zi Tong suddenly felt hopeful again. His eyes were bright.

Bai Zhi's expression was stern, and his gaze fell on Zi Tong as if it were real. Zi Tong looked at the blood pool in front of him that exuded a pungent smell, and his heart was full of uneasiness.

"You know, the blood in this blood pool was all extracted from the members of the Purple Fox Clan." Bai Zhi's voice was cold, without a trace of warmth, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him. But his next words hit Zi Tong like a heavy hammer, "And, I did it myself."

Zi Tong's body trembled violently, and his eyes widened in disbelief. Instantly, the image of the Purple Fox Clan emerged in his mind, those smart and beautiful people, with soft fur and cunning eyes. Imagining the scene of them being cruelly treated, Zi Tong's heart felt like being pierced by countless needles at the same time.

At this time, Bai Zhi slowly took out a photo stone from his arms. There was no expression on his face, and his eyes were filled with indifference and determination. He began to cast a spell with both hands, and a faint halo circulated around the photo stone.

Instantly, the image stone began to show the scene at that time. The scene was like a door leading to a horrific moment in the past that was slowly pushed open.

At that time, the Purple Fox Clan's residence was originally peaceful and tranquil, but it was suddenly shrouded in darkness, like an invisible hand, tightly grasping the entire clan. Bai Zhi led his men and broke into this peaceful place like a surging demon. They exuded cold murderous intent, and their footsteps on the ground were like the approach of the god of death.

The purple foxes instantly fell into extreme panic. They fled in all directions, their lively eyes full of fear. But in the face of such an absolutely powerful force, their struggles seemed so powerless. Bai Zhi's movements were swift and ruthless. His big hands were like iron pliers, tightly grasping each purple fox. The purple foxes struggled desperately, making whining sounds, as if they were begging for mercy, or as if they were unwilling to accept their fate.

However, Bai Zhi remained unmoved. The sharp blade in his hand flashed coldly in the darkness. As the blade mercilessly cut the throats of the purple foxes, they wailed miserably. The wailing echoed in the clan land, heartbreaking. Blood flowed out like a river bursting its banks, flowing along the terrain and gathering, gradually forming the blood pool that exuded the breath of death and was horrifying.

In the image projected by the shadow stone, the ground was full of corpses of purple foxes. Their eyes were still open, and there was deep despair, burning anger and endless confusion in their eyes. It was as if at the last moment of their lives, they did not understand why they suffered such a bad fate, why their once peaceful life was so cruelly broken. Zi Tong watched all this, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably, and the hatred in her heart burned like a flame.

"You really deserve to die." Zi Tong said gritting her teeth, every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, her eyes full of hatred and anger.

"I deserve to die? Why don't you tell us how shameless your Purple Fox clan is? Thousands of years later, my Qingqiu clan has actually become a demon fox that shouts for war and killing. My Qingqiu clan is originally a spirit fox, how could I become a demon fox? We are the bloodline of the ancient gods. Tell me why." Bai Zhi was a little crazy at this time. His eyes were wide open and his expression was almost ferocious. There was an indescribable madness mixed with his past majesty.

"How do you know what will happen a thousand years later?" Zi Tong asked. His brows were tightly furrowed, his heart full of doubts. He felt it incredible that Bai Zhi knew what would happen a thousand years later.

"Of course it is to calculate the secrets of heaven? My calculation skills were recognized by Father God back then. Isn't it just calculating the fortune of my clan?" Bai Zhi smiled, but there was a chilling and gloomy smile in that smile. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"Impossible. No matter how powerful your calculation skills are, calculating the fortune of a clan requires..." Zi Tong stopped talking for a moment. He seemed to suddenly realize something, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart.

"What? Have you reacted?" Bai Zhi asked. He crossed his arms and looked at Zi Tong coldly, as if he was looking at a prey caught in a trap.

"What did you do again?" Zi Tong said gritting his teeth. He clenched his fists, his body trembling slightly with anger, and the uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger, as if he had a premonition that a terrible truth was about to surface.

"Quite smart. You know what's needed to calculate the fortune of a clan." Bai Zhi praised Zi Tong, but this praise made Zi Tong more uncomfortable than the insult. He knew that Bai Zhi must have done something unforgivable in exchange for the calculation result of the Qingqiu clan's fortune.