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Blood-red moonlight poured down like water, stained the entire valley. The jagged rock faces looked even more ferocious in the moonlight, like giant beasts lurking in the darkness.

The gnarled branches of the iron birch tree stretched out like an ancient python, casting a spider-web-like shadow at Jiang Qingwu's feet.

At that moment, Jiang Qingwu suddenly raised the Qiluan Sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword accurately struck the target covered with black-patterned scales. In an instant, the Zhulong reverse scale pattern on the sword's spine suddenly burst into a faint blue fluorescence, radiating light and illuminating everything around.

Then, a star map hanging upside down in the void slowly unfolded, and seven stars in the Three Enclosures and Twenty-Eight Mansions actually began to rotate in the opposite direction!

They dragged their long silver tails across the sky, leaving behind shocking cracks, like huge wounds that had been torn open in the sky.

Jiang Qingwu's fingertips unconsciously stroked the uneven dragon scale patterns on the hilt, and that unique touch instantly spread throughout his body.

She was surprised to find that the dragon scale pattern was exactly the same as the bronze array plate in the secret room of the Creation Department that she remembered! Not only that, even the faint scent of ambergris lingering on the scales was exactly the same as the scent she had smelled during her inspection that day.

Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed from deep within the earth. With a loud bang, nine thick chains snapped, making a clanging sound.

Then, seventy-two bronze mermaid lanterns burst forth from the earth, blazing with flames as they soared into the night sky. These mermaid lanterns were uniquely shaped, their bodies fused together, lifelike and seemingly ready to spring to life. They swirled and danced around Jiang Qingwu, creating an unparalleled spectacle.

The thick moss on the lamp handle, crafted from the spine of a North Sea mermaid, slowly wriggled as if alive. Meanwhile, the Soul-Imprisoning Nail, meticulously crafted from the Golden Lotus of Merit, periodically emitted icy blue flames.

The emerald-green flames were like the devil's tongue, greedily licking the seven emotions that had been forcibly stripped away from the guardians of the Heavenly Dao throughout the ages.

When joy emerged, the delicate hands that were originally holding flowers and smiling twisted in pain in the raging fire, and eventually turned into pale skeletons; when anger broke out, the veins on the forehead bulged and even cracked, and countless disgusting maggots crawled in frantically through the wounds; when sadness came, crystal tears fell and instantly condensed into sharp icicles.

Jiang Qingwu's pupils suddenly constricted as she gazed at the horrific scenes before her. These terrifying ghostly visions overlapped with the shadow of the gigantic furnace she had once seen beneath the towering dome reliefs of the Creation Department.

For a moment, the image of that person kneeling respectfully in front of the furnace and praying devoutly appeared in her mind again.

He was dressed in a robe as white as snow, the corners stained with dark golden blood, making it particularly eye-catching. From his sleeve slipped a fragment of incomplete bronze, engraved with obscure and mysterious star patterns.

"Kan is the place where the gate of life is!" Pei Yi shouted loudly, holding a bone mirror that can reflect the essence of all things.

The mirror clearly reflected the horrifying and terrifying scene deep in the underground palace: nine extremely thick black iron chains, which were densely wrapped with scriptures of the "Nirvana Mantra", were being ruthlessly eroded and eaten away by the rolling in turbid air.

One of the broken Zhulong horns pierced straight through the heart of the giant beast's huge body, and dark red blood gushed out like a fountain.

However, what was even more bizarre was that the dark golden divine blood actually flowed back up along the hard scales on Zhulong's body, and continuously injected into its hideous vertical pupils.

At this moment, a strange sound came into Jiang Qingwu's ears without any warning. It sounded like a wheelchair was rolling hard on the plastic track, making a "crunching" sound.

Immediately afterwards, the roar of colorful fireworks exploding in the air at the Paralympic Games award ceremony followed one after another, and it was strangely intertwined with the unique rhythm produced by the rapid rotation of the Thousand Machine Disk, creating an indescribable weird atmosphere.

For some reason, she seemed to be driven by a mysterious force. She picked up the sharp dagger in her hand and cut her palm without hesitation.

In an instant, bright red blood gushed out from the wound, slowly flowing down along the texture of the sword, and magically meandered into the outline of the Big Dipper!

This action bore a striking resemblance to a scene in a modern hospital ward. Back then, she lay in bed, clutching the championship medal, a symbol of honor, and concentrating on using it to trace a star map on the pristine white sheets. Her focused expression and resolute gestures were so identical to the present moment that she momentarily lost track of reality and illusion.

Just as the blood line touched the seventh reverse scale on the hilt, a long-forgotten memory poured out of her mind like a torrent bursting through a dam.

A clear image gradually emerged from the depths of her sea of ​​consciousness—it was the forbidden chamber on the seventh floor of the Wuliang Sect's Stargazing Pavilion. A massive and magnificent glass enclosure stood quietly within, emitting a dazzling light.

Through the glass cover, one could see an incomparably precious treasure within—the shed scale of a candle dragon. In the cool moonlight, the scale glowed with a faint blue light, resembling a dreamlike scene.

A figure quietly appeared in the darkness. He lowered his head slightly, and lightly stroked the surface of the glass cover with his snow-white fingertips. As his fingers moved, fine six-pointed star patterns rippled out like water, beautiful and mysterious.

At the same time, a faint fragrance wafted over. It was a unique scent of ambergris mixed with a burnt smell, lingering around her nose for a long time.

However, this beautiful picture suddenly shattered, replaced by the piercing alarm of the electrocardiogram monitor. Jiang Wu, sitting in the wheelchair, suddenly came to his senses and stared straight at the window of the ward.

Outside the window, lightning flashed, thunder roared, and a violent storm raged throughout the night. The window frames, once pitch black, now flickered with a strange light, and a strange pattern gradually emerged.

Looking closely, the pattern is exactly the same as the texture on the surface of the mermaid lamp, and it matches the hexagram on the Thousand Machine Disk perfectly!

Suddenly, a line of text from the Secret Scroll of the Creation Department flashed through Jiang Wu's mind: "The candle dragon's blood draws the star tracks, and the six-pointed star suppresses the nine netherworlds."

Could it be that... this memory has some unknown connection with everything happening before her eyes? Countless questions flooded her mind, causing her to fall into deep thought.

Feng Ci's bone mirror radiates a mysterious light, like a bright moon hanging high in the sky. Its surface, smooth as water, reflects the surroundings, yet seems to conceal a deeper secret. When light strikes the mirror, it reflects strange colors and patterns, dazzling the eyes.

With Jiang Qingwu's cry of "The world is turning upside down," the entire situation instantly became tense. Feng Ci gripped the bone mirror tightly, muttering something to himself. The mirror began to tremble slightly, and then a powerful force erupted from it, forming a dazzling beam of light that shot straight into the sky.

This beam of light, like lightning piercing the darkness, illuminated the entire ICU ward. Simultaneously, the silver needles that had been hovering three inches between everyone's eyebrows were also affected, deviating from their original trajectory, drawn in by the powerful force.

However, at this moment, various instruments and equipment in the ward began to malfunction. The ECG monitor sounded a sharp alarm, the fluid in the IV line backed up, and the ventilator stopped working. For a moment, chaos reigned.

But Feng Ci didn't stop what he was doing. He concentrated on controlling the bone mirror, trying to stabilize the situation. The others watched anxiously, secretly praying that this crisis could be resolved as soon as possible.

Reflecting the golden-red energy currents woven deep within the earth's veins, the golden light of merit that should nourish all things was being transformed into foul-smelling demonic energy through the hexagram array. This technique mirrored the "Secret of Stealing the Sky and Substituting the Sun" recorded in the ancient texts of the Creation Bureau: "Stealing the power of the stars, reversing the orbits of yin and yang."

From the deepest recesses of the underground palace, a deep, heart-shaking roar of a giant beast suddenly resounded, as if the entire underworld were trembling. The sound was like rolling thunder and surging ocean waves, spreading outward with endless pressure and rage.

Jiang Qingwu stood in the underground palace, Qiluan Sword tightly gripped in her hand. A huge vertical pupil, stained bright red by the blood of the Candle Dragon, fixed its gaze on her like a burning flame. It radiated a chilling light, as if it could penetrate the soul.

At this extremely tense moment, the Qiluan Sword suddenly seemed to have its own will. It broke free from Jiang Qingwu's control and flew straight towards the vertical pupil.

The reverse scales on the hilt collided with the Candle Dragon Horn, emitting a sharp and piercing sound wave. This sound wave was exactly the same as the target announcement bell in the Paralympic shooting range, crisp and loud.

At the same time, shouts from two different time and space collided in Jiang Qingwu's spiritual platform. One voice shouted "Ten Rings" and the other roared "Break the Evil".

The two sounds intertwined together, forming a strange resonance that shocked Jiang Qingwu's mind.

With a resounding bang, the Thousand Machine Disk instantly exploded, shattering into countless fragments. However, at that very moment, the seventy-two Soul-Imprisoning Nails embedded within the Thousand Machine Disk, as if summoned, soared into the air, transforming into a hail of golden-red arrows that shot towards the behemoth.

Jiang Qingwu sat in a wheelchair, yet her figure moved with the swiftness of a ghost. A phantom wheelchair appeared beneath her feet, and within it, she leaped into the air, her movements nimble as a bird. In that moment, the muscle memory of a Paralympic champion pulling the trigger perfectly overlapped with the heroic gesture of an ancient war god drawing his bow and arrow.

The finger holding the arrow was slightly bent, revealing faint golden calluses. These calluses were the marks left by her arduous training in the modern world. Now, illuminated by the golden light of merit, they were like flowing liquid stars, gleaming with dazzling light.

With the sound of a bowstring, the first golden-red arrow whizzed out like lightning, piercing the behemoth's vertical pupil with unerring precision. Instantly, the remaining blood of the Candle Dragon ignited, and a blazing golden fire of merit shot up into the sky, illuminating the dome of the underground palace as bright as day. The burning star tracks appeared exceptionally clear against the flames, and Jiang Qingwu suddenly recalled that day at the Creation Department's astronomical observatory.

At that time, through the glass cover, she saw that the astronomical globe had once reflected the same strange trajectory. Behind the astronomical globe, a person stood quietly with his back to the light. His sleeve slipped gently, revealing a fragment of bronze, on which were clearly engraved the words "The seventh day of the seventh month of the Guimao year."

The second arrow shot out from the bow, streaking across the sky like a flash of lightning, instantly reversing the original 360 hexagrams. These hexagrams rapidly combined and transformed, ultimately forming a mysterious and ancient Luoshu formation diagram.

However, surprisingly, there was a missing spot at the Xuanji position in the formation diagram. At this moment, Betelgeuse in the distant sky suddenly cast a dazzling light, accurately filling the gap.

In an instant, thousands of hexagram marks shone behind the wall of the ward. They seemed to have crossed the boundaries of time and space and lit up simultaneously in another dimension.

At the same time, Jiang Qingwu, who had been in a coma, slowly began to ooze a dark golden liquid from her fingertips, the same source as the Candle Dragon's blood. This liquid flowed down her pale fingers and dripped onto the ground, making a slight "tick-tick" sound.