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Jiang Qingwu's heart sank suddenly, a sense of foreboding gripping her. Her pace quickened involuntarily, leading the group through the winding passages. Her intuition told her that Feng Jingchen was not far away.

"This way!" Jiang Qingwu's voice echoed in the tomb passage. Without any hesitation, she walked straight to the tomb where she found the blood sacrifice of the demon cultivator.

Everything in the tomb was eerily quiet, only the runes on the murals flickering in the faint light. Jiang Qingwu's gaze swept across the chamber, finally settling on the massive sarcophagus. Her heart nearly stopped in that moment, hoping it wasn't what she imagined. However, it wasn't. When they opened the sarcophagus, they saw Feng Jingchen lying quietly within, his face pale, his eyes closed, as if lifeless.

"Jingchen... Senior Brother!" They cried out in shock, their voices piercing with fear, stumbling and eagerly rushing towards the sarcophagus. Their hands trembled violently as they tried to lift the fallen Jingchen. At this critical moment, Zhongli Xiu's anxious warning echoed throughout the room: "Be careful!" His eyes, sharp as a hawk's, were fixed on the portrait of Feng Moxuan on the mural. Even more chilling, the figure in the portrait even managed a faint, eerie smile.

Unfortunately, it was too late. A mysterious, irresistible force erupted from the mural like a surging torrent, instantly trapping everyone present. In an instant, the sky darkened, the world turned upside down, as if the end of the world had arrived. They felt dizzy, their vision went black, and then they fell into a coma.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Qingwu slowly awoke. As she slowly opened her eyes, she was stunned by the sight before her—she found herself in a magnificent, breathtakingly beautiful palace! The palace was lavishly decorated, shimmering with golden light and glittering with brilliance; its carved railings and jade masonry were exquisitely crafted. Every detail embodied the majesty and solemnity of the imperial family. Yet, strangely, the vast palace was completely deserted. Absolute silence shone, a chilling, deathly stillness.

"Where exactly is this?" Jiang Qingwu looked around in confusion, muttering softly. Her clear, melodious voice echoed throughout the empty and unusually spacious palace, but received no response.

At this moment, Feng Ci's slightly surprised voice suddenly sounded in Jiang Qingwu's ears: "Junior Master, in my opinion, this place seems to be the Southern Xinjiang Imperial Palace fifty years ago." After saying that, an expression of disbelief appeared on his handsome face.

"The Southern Xinjiang Imperial Palace fifty years ago?" Hearing this, Jiang Qingwu's heart trembled violently, and she was instantly filled with endless confusion and doubt. However, her quick thinking quickly realized that they had most likely stumbled into some mysterious illusion.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qingwu's eyes became particularly resolute. She said in a deep voice, "In that case, we must find a way to escape! Ah Ci, quickly check around to see if there is an eye of the formation. Mu Ci, Ah Xiu, although we are in an illusion now, there are still unknown dangers lurking within, so please pay more attention and make sure to look after Yun Sheng and Su Chen."

"Okay!" Everyone responded in unison, their tone firm and decisive. Then, everyone sprang into action, carefully searching the vast palace for any possible clues...

Jiang Qingwu and his companions desperately searched for a way out of this illusory realm. As if by some strange coincidence, they arrived at an ancient, solemn palace. The silence was awe-inspiring, broken only by the intermittent whispers and the faint patter of footsteps, as if everything in the world was holding its breath, awaiting a crucial moment. Through fragmentary conversations, they learned that someone was in labor within the palace.

The palace gates were closed, and before them stood a man in elegant attire. This man was none other than Feng Moxuan, whom they had seen earlier in the scroll. His face was remarkably handsome, his sharp brows and stellar eyes revealing an innate majesty. But now, his expression was one of anxiety and anticipation. He paced back and forth restlessly, occasionally casting glances towards the delivery room.

"Look at him, he seems to be eagerly waiting for something of extraordinary significance to happen." Feng Ci said in a low voice, his eyes like torches, fixed firmly on Feng Moxuan.

"Looks like he's completely obsessed with what's going on in the delivery room," Jiang Qingwu echoed, her voice low. At the same time, she couldn't help but feel a surge of inexplicable curiosity, a tinge of unease, and nervousness. At this moment, what kind of special connection existed between Feng Moxuan, the man standing before her, and Feng Jingchen? "He really does look like Senior Brother..." Lin Muci couldn't help but sigh.

At that moment, a loud, deafening cry erupted from the delivery room. It was undoubtedly the cry of a new life that had just arrived into this world, sounding both crisp and powerful. Feng Moxuan's previously tense face instantly blossomed into an expression of ecstasy. He no longer cared about the people around him trying to stop him. Without hesitation, he pushed open the tightly closed door and rushed in with firm and eager steps.

In this narrow room, a pale, frail woman lay quietly on the bed, her eyes filled with tenderness and deep weariness. Not far away, an experienced midwife cradled a newly born baby, her movements gentle and attentive, as if afraid to inadvertently injure the fragile creature.

"Yunwei!" Feng Moxuan quickly came to the bedside in two steps. His gaze only lingered on the woman's bloodless face for a moment, and then he couldn't wait to shift his gaze to the adorable little baby in the midwife's arms.

"Is it a boy or a girl?" Feng Moxuan's voice trembled slightly, revealing an uncontrollable nervousness, while his deep eyes were filled with blazing anticipation. The midwife slowly raised her head, a look of deep awe and joy on her face, and replied respectfully, "Your Majesty, it's a prince."

Upon hearing this, Feng Moxuan's face instantly broke into a nearly maniacal grin. He roared with laughter, a hearty chuckle like a bell, reverberating throughout the delivery room. "May Heaven bless our Southern Xinjiang land! Such an auspicious day, such beautiful scenery, such a beautiful day, such a beautiful day! From now on, you will be called Fengjingchen!" His voice was filled with surging passion and almost frantic joy, as if the arrival of this newborn would bring him endless joy and hope.

At this moment, Jiang Qingwu and his companions stood silently outside the delivery room, their gazes through the narrow crack of the door, silently observing the scenes unfolding within. Each of them was filled with intense shock, yet also with a tinge of confusion. They could not comprehend how this illusory realm had led them to such a specific moment, a crucial milestone tied to Feng Jingchen's birth. The scenes before them plunged them into deep thought, attempting to decipher the hidden meanings and mysteries within.

"What kind of situation is going on? It's the eldest senior brother who was just born?!" Feng Ci's voice was filled with a hint of bewilderment. His puzzled eyes quickly scanned all the objects in the delivery room, eager to find the answer to the question.

"He seems more concerned with the baby's gender than the birth of this new life itself... This place doesn't look like the scene depicted in Senior Brother's memories," Su Chen said with a frown. In his previous life, he only knew that Feng Jingchen had become possessed by his training and turned into a demon, but he knew nothing about the exact cause of this... Could the root cause lie in this mysterious ancient tomb? Perhaps there are other key factors that they have yet to discover.

"Perhaps, this illusory world intends to reveal some secrets about Jingchen to us." Jiang Qingwu's tone was deep and solemn. Her sharp eyes were fixed on Feng Moxuan, and she tried her best to find clues from his face.

At that moment, Feng Moxuan, who was in the delivery room, suddenly turned his head. His gaze, as if traversing the vastness of time and space, landed directly on Jiang Qingwu's body. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, a sly smile filled with smugness. His eyes held a subtle warning and determination, as if openly challenging them.

"We have to find a way out." Jiang Qingwu's voice was firm. She knew that there were too many secrets hidden in this illusion, and they had to uncover these secrets before they could find a way out.

Jiang Qingwu and her companions journeyed through the illusion, their footsteps echoing along the palace corridors, each step akin to treading on the dust of history. Having just left the palace where Feng Jingchen was born, they were filled with doubt and unease. Everything in the illusion seemed to be leading them towards an unknown truth.

They arrived at a magnificent building, remarkably similar to the imperial study in the Southern Xinjiang Imperial Palace. The sky suddenly darkened, as if time had flown before their eyes, ushering in night. Moonlight streamed through the tall windows onto the floor of the imperial study, casting dappled shadows.

Jiang Qingwu cautiously reached out and gently pushed the heavy door to the imperial study. With a slight creak, the door slowly opened, and she and her companions tiptoed, breathlessly, into the solemn and dignified study.

A tranquil and mysterious atmosphere permeated the study. Moonlight streamed through the windows onto the floor, casting dappled shadows. Feng Moxuan sat quietly behind the enormous desk, like a steady mountain. In his arms, he held a swaddled infant—Feng Jingchen. A smile of profound affection graced Feng Moxuan's face, yet, illuminated by the cold moonlight, it evoked an indescribable eeriness.

Directly across from Feng Moxuan stood a mysterious figure cloaked in a black cape. The cape completely enveloped his form, leaving only a pair of sly eyes glimmering from the shadows. Their conversation was muffled and cryptic, as if they were plotting a gruesome, forbidden ritual.

"Now that the new container is ready, I will make a prompt decision and immediately enthrone him as the crown prince. When he turns ten years old, it will be time for me to change his body!" Feng Moxuan's voice contained a hint of unwavering determination.

Upon hearing this, the mysterious man couldn't help but let out a sinister laugh: "Hahahaha... This brand new body is exactly the one chosen for the 100th generation. Once you offer it up, the deal between you and me will be perfectly fulfilled. From now on, you can rule this vast southern border land for thousands of years, for generations to come!"

Jiang Qingwu and her companions held their breath, realizing they were witnessing a huge secret that concerned not only Feng Jingchen's fate but also the future of the entire southern Xinjiang region.

Just then, there were soft footsteps outside the door, and a woman appeared. She held a bowl of soup, her eyes filled with the tenderness of a mother's love. She was Chen Yunwei, Feng Jingchen's mother.

Chen Yunwei had excellent hearing and could hear the conversation in the study from afar. Her heart suddenly tightened. She didn't understand what the "100th generation" meant, nor did she know what the so-called "deal" was. But she was certain that the moment Feng Moxuan switched bodies, her son Feng Jingchen would lose his life.

Her hand gripped the soup bowl tightly, her knuckles turning pale from the force. Her heart was filled with anger and fear, but she knew that now was not the time to act impulsively. She needed to calm down and find a way to protect her son.

Jiang Qingwu and her companions stood quietly in the shadows of the study, their eyes fixed on Feng Moxuan and the mysterious man. They knew that the secret in this illusion might be the key to solving the whole mystery.

"We must find a way out." Jiang Qingwu's voice was low and firm, and her eyes swept across the study, looking for possible clues.

"Also, we must protect Feng Jingchen." There was a hint of determination in Feng Ci's voice. He knew that their responsibility was not only to uncover the secret, but also to protect the innocent.

"Fifth Senior Brother, calm down. Since the eldest senior brother is our eldest senior brother, he must have been saved for some reason. Let's search in the secret realm for a while, don't worry."

They began to search the study for possible clues. Every bookshelf, every scroll, even every piece of furniture could be the key to solving the mystery. They moved cautiously, fearing to miss any details.

Just when they were about to find a clue, the illusion suddenly began to shake, and everything began to become blurry. Jiang Qingwu and her companions held each other tightly, knowing that the exit of the illusion was about to appear.

After a dizzying moment, they lost consciousness again...