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As the illusion faded, Jiang Qingwu and her companions finally opened their eyes and returned to reality. Their eyes revealed a deep shock, as if they had just experienced a thrilling adventure. Everyone's heart was filled with confusion and uneasiness. Everything they had just experienced was like a real dream, leaving them feeling restless for a long time.

Lin Muci quickly pulled out several fragrant pills from his bosom and carefully distributed them to the group. These pills, called Soul-Replenishing Pills, could quickly replenish depleted minds and spirits, helping them recover physically and mentally. "Is everyone alright?" Jiang Qingwu's voice was tinged with concern, her gaze sweeping across everyone's faces, trying to discern the answer from their expressions.

Everyone answered in unison, "It's all right." Although their voices still sounded a little weak, they were clearly much better than before. Jiang Qingwu nodded, feeling relieved. Her spiritual sense expanded again, carefully exploring the surroundings, confirming that Feng Jingchen was indeed in the tomb. However, the demon cultivators who had performed the blood sacrifice had disappeared, apparently sacrificing themselves to complete the body possession. But who was behind all this? Jiang Qingwu frowned, lost in thought.

She recalled the scene from her dream, and a surge of anger welled up within her. That mysterious black-robed figure had actually used blood sacrifice to seize another's body; such evil behavior was simply outrageous. Jiang Qingwu secretly vowed to uncover this mystery and bring the mastermind to justice. At the same time, she worried about Feng Jingchen's safety. Could he still retain his original consciousness after being possessed? If he truly had lost himself, how could he be saved?

Jiang Qingwu took a deep breath and decided to search for clues and uncover the truth. She led everyone in a search of the entire tomb, hoping to uncover some useful information. At the same time, she carefully observed her surroundings, wary of any other dangers. After all, this was an ancient tomb, and who knew what hidden dangers awaited them.

"Junior Master, how can we rescue Senior Brother? I can't lift this sarcophagus at all!" Feng Ci's voice was filled with a hint of anxiety. He kept trying various methods, but he still couldn't move the sarcophagus at all.

Jiang Qingwu didn't answer immediately. She slowly walked to the sarcophagus and examined it carefully. Her eyes fell on the strange runes carved around the sarcophagus. These runes emitted a faint glow, and it was obvious that they had been carved recently.

"This is..." Jiang Qingwu's brows furrowed tightly as some ancient texts flashed through her mind. "This is the Soul-Locking Life-Exchange Formation, an evil formation."

"Soul-Locking and Life-Exchange Formation?" A puzzled expression appeared on Feng Ci's face. He had never heard of this kind of formation and could only ask his master about it through the sect order.

"This formation has no solution. What happened to you? How did you encounter such an evil formation?" Shi Chenbai asked anxiously. Feng Ci was disappointed when he heard that there was no solution. He looked at Jiang Qingwu blankly.

"Feng Ci, Feng Ci! Speak! Evil disciple! Speak!" Shi Chenbai kept calling Feng Ci in his consciousness, but Feng Ci didn't speak.

Jiang Qingwu nodded and explained, "This is an ancient and evil formation that can lock and exchange people's souls. If this formation is not broken in time, Feng Jingchen will be in extreme danger."

Feng Ci's face turned pale, and he asked anxiously, "Then how do we break the formation? Master said that once this formation is activated, it cannot be broken..."

After hearing Feng Ci say that his second senior brother said it couldn't be cracked, Jiang Qingwu pondered for a moment. Unconvinced, she recalled the records in ancient books and pondered a way to break the formation. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, "It occurred to me, if I can lock one person, then I can definitely lock two people."

"What do you mean?" A hint of surprise flashed in Feng Ci's eyes.

"It's clear in the illusion that only Feng Moxuan wants to switch bodies, so this formation must have been set by Feng Moxuan. After Feng Moxuan was absorbed by the demon cultivator, it seems that he was not refined. Instead, he reached some kind of deal with the demon cultivator." Jiang Qingwu's voice was firm. "I remember there is an ancient formation that can reverse the formation. If we can set up this formation, perhaps we can break the Soul-Locking Life-Exchange Formation."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Feng Ci's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Master, it's solved! Junior-Master has figured it out!" Shi Chenbai, who was about to discuss this with Li Qingtong, heard Feng Ci's voice through his consciousness and was startled. How could this be solved? But before he could ask, Feng Ci eagerly said, "No more, Master. I need to help Junior-Master break the formation!" With that, he severed the consciousness connection... leaving Shi Chenbai, with ten thousand questions in his mind, stunned and alone.

Jiang Qingwu and Feng Ci quickly took out the array plate and began to set up the formation. Their movements were swift and precise, and each rune was carefully carved into the ground.

Lin Muci and Su Chen took out a large number of soul-replenishing pills from their respective Qiankun bags and distributed them to everyone. These soul-replenishing pills could quickly replenish their spiritual power, allowing them to avoid exhaustion while maintaining the activation of the formation.

"Everyone, remember! Activating this formation consumes a significant amount of spiritual energy, so we must be prepared for a protracted battle," Jiang Qingwu solemnly warned everyone. Hearing this, everyone nodded firmly, indicating their readiness. They took their Spirit Replenishing Pills, swallowed them, and waited for Jiang Qingwu's command to activate the formation. Jiang Qingwu then placed a Spirit Gathering Talisman on each person, which would bless their spiritual energy through the spell.

As time went by, the formation was laid out, and runes flashed brightly on the ground, gradually forming a complex and mysterious pattern. Finally, with the efforts of Feng Ci and Jiang Qingwu, the formation was finally completed.

At this moment, the six people stood at the center of the formation. Jiang Qingwu took a deep breath and began to activate the formation. "Start!" Jiang Qingwu shouted, and the magic formula in her hand suddenly changed, and the entire formation was instantly activated.

Brilliant rays of light shot out from the formation, like a herd of wild horses running free, rushing straight towards the mysterious sarcophagus. The runes on the sarcophagus gradually dimmed under the light, eventually dissipating into thin air like smoke.

"Success!" Feng Ci shouted excitedly, unable to contain himself. The sarcophagus slowly opened, revealing Feng Jingchen, who had been lying unconscious within. Now, he was being held aloft by the powerful force of the formation. His face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color, but his breathing was steady and strong, clearly not in danger of death.

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to bring Feng Jingchen back to the Wuliang Sect, something unexpected happened. Three blurry souls quietly emerged from the center of the sarcophagus, entwined and battling with each other, as if engaging in a thrilling life-or-death struggle. "This is..." Jiang Qingwu's expression instantly grew solemn, her spiritual sense rapidly probing the three souls with lightning speed. "Junior Master, what on earth is going on?" Feng Ci's voice betrayed an unconcealed panic. He had never encountered such a bizarre scene before.

Jiang Qingwu remained silent, her brow furrowed tightly, her eyes gleaming with a sharp light. Her consciousness rapidly shuttled between the three souls, trying to make sense of the complex situation before her.

These three souls were actually Chen Yunwei, Feng Moxuan, and Feng Jingchen! Chen Yunwei had devoured so many of Feng Moxuan's spirits that, while she had become powerful, she had also been eroded by his spirit, gradually losing her true self. Therefore, the illusion just now wasn't just a memory of Chen Yunwei alone, but a shared memory of Feng Moxuan and Chen Yunwei. Under Feng Moxuan's influence, Chen Yunwei's spirit alternated between lucidity and slumber.

Meanwhile, Feng Moxuan, watching his plan about to be thwarted by Jiang Qingwu and the others' formation, was terribly anxious. He repeatedly called out to the mysterious demon cultivator, hoping for his help. Finally, the demon cultivator appeared above the sarcophagus, his eyes revealing a hint of amusement as he looked at the entangled souls before him, but he didn't immediately take action.

"Feng Moxuan, you're so useless." The demon cultivator's voice was filled with sarcasm, expressing his dissatisfaction with Feng Moxuan's incompetence. However, Feng Moxuan was unwilling to accept defeat and continued to try to persuade the demon cultivator to help.

"Hurry, help me seize my body, so we can achieve a win-win situation!" Feng Moxuan's voice was tinged with anxiety, his soul beginning to weaken under the power of the formation. The demon cultivator sneered, a flicker of disdain in his eyes: "Help you? Why should I help you? What's your life or death to me? I was already a great favor by allowing you not to refine you. How can you expect me to help you now? Besides, I prefer to sit back and watch the tigers fight. Everyone present, you will all be mine in the end. One winner is enough!"

He knew full well that the formations Jiang Qingwu and the others had cast, while powerful, were extremely energy-consuming. He only needed to wait patiently until their energy was exhausted, and then he would strike. He was secretly pleased with himself, as if everything was under his control.

Feng Moxuan's face instantly turned pale, realizing his plan had completely failed. He had thought he could use the demonic cultivator's power to escape his predicament, but he hadn't expected the cultivator to care about his life or death. Filled with despair, he could only watch helplessly as his soul gradually dissipated.

The corners of the demon cultivator's mouth rose slightly, revealing a cold smile. Feng Moxuan was just a chess piece in his hand.

"No, I can't fail like this." Feng Moxuan's voice was filled with despair, and his soul began to struggle frantically. "Have you forgotten our deal?!"

"Transaction? Are you referring to the Southern Xinjiang Dragon Vein that you gave me?" the mysterious demon cultivator jokingly asked.

"What dragon vein?! Isn't it my bloodline?!" Feng Moxuan said in shock.

"Hahahahahahaha..." The mysterious demon cultivator laughed wildly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"You? How much are you worth? Now that things have come to this, I'll let you know clearly. The dragon veins in southern Xinjiang are also resources for cultivation, and the dragon veins are related to you emperors in the mortal world. So I have no choice but to trick you into giving the dragon veins to me." The mysterious demon cultivator sneered.

Feng Moxuan's eyes widened in disbelief. "What did you say? The dragon veins in Southern Xinjiang...are actually resources for cultivation?"

"That's right, the dragon veins in southern Xinjiang contain endless spiritual energy, which can help me break through the bottleneck of cultivation. And you are just a mortal, what does your bloodline mean?" said the mysterious demon cultivator disdainfully.

"But why did you lie to me?" Feng Moxuan roared.

"Because only in this way can you get your dragon vein. Each of your princes was born with the luck of the dragon vein. Feng Jingchen is the last part of the dragon vein's luck. And you? The magic potion promised to you was just the soul-melting pill I made. If you had taken it back then, you would only turn into a zombie. How can a zombie not be immortal? Right, Feng Moxuan." The demon cultivator told Feng Moxuan the cruel fact with an evil smile, and didn't care how Feng Moxuan reacted after hearing it. The mysterious demon cultivator's laughter became louder and louder, as if he was mocking Feng Moxuan's stupidity.

Feng Moxuan's face turned pale as paper. He finally understood everything. He had been manipulated by this mysterious demon cultivator, a tool he used to gain access to the dragon veins. The immortality he sought was nothing but a pipe dream.

"You devil!" Feng Moxuan cursed with gritted teeth.

However, the mysterious demon cultivator smiled nonchalantly: "I am a demon cultivator anyway~"

Feng Moxuan felt his soul gradually dissipating in the formation, and his consciousness began to blur. In the last moments of his life, his heart was filled with regret and anger, but it was too late.

After knowing the truth, Feng Moxuan collapsed and shouted: "Ah! You lied to me! You lied to me! I am the king of Southern Xinjiang! I will rule for thousands of years--" The belief that Feng Moxuan had supported himself until now has been shattered, not to mention that he is now at the end of his strength. The unwilling voice echoed in the tomb, but he himself had already disappeared into the void.

Seeing that Chen Yunwei's soul was still entangled with Feng Jingchen's soul, Jiang Qingwu's eyes flashed with determination. She knew that if this problem was not solved quickly, Feng Jingchen's soul would also be affected, and she was also afraid that the demon cultivator next to her would suddenly attack. After thinking for a moment, she thought of the flowing light magic mirror that her second senior brother gave her on her first birthday. The system said that this flowing light magic mirror was a good thing. Since it was a top-grade defensive magic weapon, it should be no problem to trap the demon cultivator!

Jiang Qingwu searched for a long time before finding this flowing light mirror among a pile of magic weapons. After throwing it in the direction of the demon cultivator, the flowing light mirror instantly sucked the demon cultivator into the magic weapon. The flowing light mirror seemed to shake twice because of the demon cultivator's resistance, and then there was no movement. Only then did Jiang Qingwu feel at ease to deal with the matters of Chen Yunwei and Feng Jingchen.

"Everyone, get ready. We must separate these two souls." Jiang Qingwu's voice was filled with determination. Everyone nodded, and they quickly stood at the six corners of the formation, beginning to fully activate it. The power of the formation grew stronger, and rays of light tightly bound the two souls. Feng Moxuan's soul gradually dissipated under the power of the formation, while Chen Yunwei and Feng Jingchen's souls were slowly separated.

"Thank you so much... Heaven has blessed my son with such wonderful fellow disciples... If I hadn't run out of time, I would repay you all for eternity!" Chen Yunwei's soul began to stabilize under the power of the formation, and a hint of clarity returned to her eyes. "Thank you so much!" Before Jiang Qingwu and the others could respond, Chen Yunwei's soul vanished after a single gesture of greeting... Only the words "thank you" echoed in the tomb.

As Chen Yunwei finished her words of thanks, the entire tomb fell into a dead silence. Everyone stared at the vanishing soul, their hearts filled with indescribable emotion.

Jiang Qingwu looked at the scene in front of him silently, sighing in his heart.

Peace returned to the tomb, and all around was quiet and silent, with only the faint candlelight casting a faint shadow on the wall. Feng Jingchen's tightly closed eyes slowly opened, his consciousness gradually awakening from the chaos, and the scene before him began to become clear.

"Where am I?" Feng Jingchen's voice was filled with confusion and bewilderment. He tried to sit up, but his body was too weak to move. His eyes swept through the tomb, finally stopping on Jiang Qingwu.

"Big Brother! I'm glad you're okay!" Feng Ci and the others breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Feng Jingchen wake up safely...

Feng Jingchen frowned, countless unfamiliar images flashing through his mind. These images seemed to not belong to his memory, but they existed in his mind. He felt very confused and uneasy.

"Why am I here? What happened? Why are there so many strange memories in my mind..." Feng Jingchen's voice revealed a hint of anxiety. He tried to recall his previous experiences, but the memories in his mind were like a tangled mess, making it impossible for him to make sense of them.

As a medical practitioner, Lin Muci knew this situation and naturally comforted him, "Don't worry, take a rest first. We'll think about it after you recover some strength."

Feng Jingchen nodded, taking a deep breath and trying to calm his anxiety. He knew that the most important thing now was to recover his strength so that he could better deal with what was coming next. However, every time he tried to recall the past, the pain in his mind intensified, as if an invisible force was preventing him from touching those memories.

Zhongli Xiu and Su Chen supported Feng Jingchen and slowly walked out of the formation. "I'm glad you're okay. We will tell you everything slowly." Lin Muci stepped forward to take his pulse and found it was stable and there was nothing serious. He breathed a sigh of relief.

Feng Jingchen nodded, his body relaxed, and his heart was filled with trust in his fellow disciples.