Sludge suction system

Suddenly, a spiderweb-like crack appeared in the dome of the main hall of Wusheng Temple, and moonlight mixed with snowflakes fell, weaving an ice crystal cage around the blood jade coffin. Golden pus seeped from beneath the scales of the abbot's seated figure, each drop falling to the ground and turning into an insect. The compound eyes of those insects reflected the images of Sang Yu and his group, but when they touched Tian Xue'er's Yuan family bloodline, they emitted a sizzling burning sound.

"Negotiation?" The abbot raised his hand and waved it at Sang Xuan. The swarm of insects pierced his left shoulder like steel needles. "The heart of a living dead should have stopped beating long ago, but why is your insect core still aching for her?" Sang Xuan groaned, and the broken jade slipped from his fingers, but Sang Yu caught it steadily with his bone knife—the insect-shaped runes on the blade resonated with the broken jade, projecting an image of the Blood Jade Pool from three hundred years ago onto the ground.

Tan Ge suddenly grabbed Tian Xue'er and pulled her back. Black mist was seeping from the medicine bottle at his waist, and Qian Wanguan's face appeared in the mist: "Young Master Tan, don't forget what you promised - to exchange the blood of the Yuan family's daughter for the antidote." Tian Xue'er's birthmark burned in response. She saw her reflection crack open in the blood jade coffin, revealing layers of soul bone nails underneath, each engraved with Tan Ge's name.

"He's trying to divide us!" Xiao Zha's blue light suddenly turned into a red alert. "Host, the Abbot's soul bone nail is hidden in the insect-shaped lock of the Blood Jade Coffin. It can only be broken with the totem fragments from the first five worlds!" Sang Yu's broken jade suddenly trembled, and five points of light flew out from the chip—those were totem fragments compressed by Xiao Zha using system energy, each radiating the luster of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth.

The abbot's laughter mingled with the chirping of insects: "These toys? Three hundred years ago, when I used Sang Xuan's mother's skull to refine Gu, your ancestors were still eating mud!" He raised his hand and slammed it to the ground. The dragon turtle totem suddenly came to life, its four claws grabbing Sang Xuan, Tang Ge, Tian Xue'er, and Xiao Zha respectively. The swarm of insects that poured out from the gaps in the scales began to gnaw at their curse marks.

Sang Yu felt the shattered jade burning in his palm. Suddenly, a fragment of the metal totem flew up and embedded itself in the abbot's left eye. After a scream, the abbot's scales began to peel away, revealing a second face hidden beneath—it was Sang Xuan's younger brother who had died three hundred years ago, with the same insect-shaped curse mark as the abbot's between his brows.

"You...you used my brother's body to raise Gu?" Sang Xuan's insect core trembled violently as memories flooded back: his mother, on her deathbed, held the infant and wept bitterly, saying that his brother "had extraordinary birth signs and needed to be suppressed with blood jade." It turned out that the so-called premature death was nothing more than the abbot turning the child into a living Gu vessel in order to prolong his life.

At this moment, Tian Xue'er's Yuan family bloodline erupted, and her blue blood transformed into ice chains that entangled the dragon turtle's claws. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Tan Ge threw out his bone knife, the blade of which pierced the soul bone nail in the abbot's right chest—where half a piece of jade engraved with "Xuan Li" was embedded, which was Sang Xuan's mother's heirloom.

"Little Zha! Earth-element fragment stabilizes the totem! Fire-element fragment burns the insect nest!" Sang Yu's command was torn apart by the insect chirping, but it was clearly displayed in Little Zha's holographic projection. When the fire-element fragment touched the spiritual liquid of the blood jade coffin, the entire main hall began to burn, and the swarm of insects let out the cries of thousands of children in the fire, which were the vengeful souls of all the Sang family women who had been sacrificed over the past three hundred years.

The abbot's second face began to disintegrate, revealing his true form—a fleshy cocoon composed of countless leeches. As the cocoon cracked open, Sang Yu saw that the one curled up inside was none other than Xiao Zha's first host. She wore the same silver bell on her wrist as Sang Yu, with the last fragment of the dragon turtle stuck in its wick.

"So... you were the first transmigrator." A crack appeared in Xiao Zha's gears. "Host, her soul has been trapped in the totem by the swarm of insects for three hundred years..."

"Then let's save them all!" Sang Yu pressed the remaining three elemental fragments into the fleshy cocoon, and azure blood spread along the patterns on the fragments. Miraculously, the first host's eyes opened, and her lips moved slightly, uttering not the chirping of insects, but the most primal activation command from Xiao Zha.

At this moment, the Dragon Turtle Totem emitted a deafening roar, and the five elemental fragments merged with Sang Yu's blood and the soul of the first host, forming a massive purifying light. The Guanzhu's flesh cocoon, Sang Xuan's insect core, Tan Ge's curse mark, and Tian Xue'er's birthmark all revealed their true nature in the light—the so-called curse was nothing more than a symbiotic deception woven by the Dragon Turtle Totem in different times and spaces to perpetuate its energy.

As the last fragment of the dragon turtle embedded itself into Sang Yu's shattered jade, the entire Wusheng Temple began to sink. Sang Xuan watched as his arm gradually regained human skin; after the insect-shaped curse marks faded, the amulet tattoo his mother had carved for him was revealed. Tan Ge hugged Tian Xue'er and noticed that the silver bell on her wrist had somehow transformed into a butterfly shape, the patterns on its wings being Xiao Zha's gears.

"Little scum! Run!" Sang Yu grabbed the dissipating blue light, but was stopped by the soul of the first host. She saw the first host's lips curl into a smile, and the gear-shaped birthmark resonated with Little scum's chip, eventually turning into a beam of light that merged into Sang Yu's shattered jade.

In the instant the ground completely collapsed, Sang Yu was dragged towards the snow line by Tan Ge. Behind them came the final, mournful cry of the Abbot, a sound no longer the chirping of insects, but a true, desperate roar of humanity. When the sunlight fell on the snow again, Sang Yu opened his palm, and the fragments of the five elemental totems and the dragon turtle fragments pieced together to form a complete butterfly shape, its wings flowing with seven colors of light.

Sang Xuan touched the newly formed skin on his chest, where a faint butterfly mark overlapped with Sang Yu's. Tian Xue'er's silver bell rang clearly, and the jade corpses in the distance transformed into specks of light and rose into the air, each speck carrying a real lotus flower, not the cursed insect shape.

Xiao Zha's mechanical voice emanated from the shattered jade, carrying an unprecedented gentleness: "Host, all undead states have been lifted, and the Blood Jade Curse has been completely dispelled. Now, we can go to any time and space you wish."

Looking at the rainbow over the Kunlun Mountains, Sang Yu suddenly recalled the gaze of the original host before his death. It wasn't relief, but expectation—expectation that this cursed world could finally regrow in the sunlight.

“Little Zha,” she clutched the broken jade, her butterfly wings fluttering gently, “we’re not in a hurry to leave. Let’s first look at the spring beneath this snow-capped mountain, maybe…” She turned to look at her father and friends, the snow reflecting in their eyes, making them sparkle, “a new story will begin.”

On the ruins of the Wusheng Temple, Qian Wanguan knelt beside the collapsed stele pavilion, cradling the illusory image of Yuan Xiangya in his arms—an illusion nurtured by his own lingering spirit for half his life, now becoming transparent as the curse dissipated. The silver bell on Yuan Xiangya's wrist finally rang clearly, and half a piece of jade engraved with the character "qian" (money) fell from its core, combining with the abacus beads in his palm to form the complete character "yuan" (fate).

"Xiangya, look..." His fingertips ran through her hair. The excruciating pain from the swarm of insects had long since disappeared, leaving only the tenderness in her eyes as she turned back under the pear blossom tree when they first met three hundred years ago. "Back then, I used my yin spirit to exchange for magic, thinking I could protect you, but instead you became nourishment for the insect hive..."

Yuan Xiangya's illusory figure shook her head, her fingertips brushing against the insect-shaped curse mark between his brows. It had faded to a pale pink, much like the peach blossoms she loved most in her previous life. "Now I understand, what's more precious than immortality..." her voice tinkled like silver bells, "is the courage to journey through reincarnation with you."

Qian Wanguan gripped her hand tightly, watching the abacus beads in his palm turn to ashes. As the first ray of sunlight illuminated them, their bodies simultaneously transformed into specks of light. From the ashes of the abacus beads sprouted a sapling, its branches adorned with two twin peach blossoms. The dewdrops on the petals reflected the image of the Kunlun Mountains.

Sang Xuan stood at the edge of the snow line, watching his fingertips gradually become transparent. After the insect core dissipated, he could finally feel the coolness of the snowflakes falling on his skin, and hear Sang Yu's laughter in the distance—a genuine laugh, without any curse.

"Father, come here!" Sang Yu beckoned to him, the outline of the Reincarnation Platform reflected in the broken jade in her palm. Tan Ge and Tian Xue'er stood behind her, the silver butterfly bell on Tian Xue'er's wrist fluttering its wings, the gear patterns on the wings resonating faintly with Xiao Zha's chip.

Sang Xuan walked to his daughter's side and gently stroked the top of her head. The amulet tattoo his mother had carved for him three hundred years ago had somehow moved to the back of Sang Yu's neck, and was now glowing with a faint golden light. "From now on, you must live well," his voice choked with emotion, "for me, for the Sang family, go and see the outside world."

Sang Yu nodded and placed the broken jade in his palm. The broken jade suddenly split in two, one half reflecting Sang Xuan's face, and the other half reflecting his mother's smile. The moment he grasped the broken jade, his body transformed into thousands of butterflies, each butterfly's wings engraved with "curse-breaking" patterns, and they eventually flew to every corner of the Kunlun Mountains.

In the ruins of the main hall of Wusheng Temple, the abbot's flesh cocoon had long since turned to ashes, leaving only fragments of the dragon-turtle totem. Those fragments gradually decomposed under the sunlight, revealing the rock layers beneath—the true last words carved by the mine owner three hundred years ago with his own blood and bones: Immortality is not a blessing, reincarnation is a fortune.

Xiao Zha's blue light shone in Sang Yu's palm: "Host, all those involved in the curse have completed the cycle of destiny. The energy of the Dragon Turtle Totem fragment is stable, and we can initiate the time travel program at any time."

Sang Yu took one last look at the snow on Kunlun Mountain, at Tan Ge and Tian Xue'er watering the peach saplings, and at the sky where a swarm of butterflies flew by. Then she gripped Xiao Zha's chip tightly, and the Jade Butterfly unfurled its wings behind her, its seven-colored light illuminating the entire snowfield.

“Let’s go, Little Scum,” she said, her voice filled with anticipation. “I wonder what kind of stories await us in the next world.”