The Eldest Daughter Returns with Power

Chapter 168 The Truth About the Blood Pact

The bronze altar emitted a humming sound like an ancient bell amidst the blood mist. The sound seemed to come from ancient times, carrying endless vicissitudes and pressure, as if it would shatter the entire world.

Si Yunchen was forced to kneel on one knee by the powerful force, his body trembling involuntarily, the deafening buzzing sound echoing in his ears.

Amidst the terrifying buzzing sound, Si Yunchen watched helplessly as an illusory image of an icy abyss appeared within the dissipating golden light of Gongsun Ruotang.

It was a cold and dark place, surrounded by thick ice, and in the center of the ice, Ling Feng was holding a snow lotus baby.

Suddenly, the snow lotus infant seemed to sense something. Its eyes snapped open, and its pupils reflected the face of its father when he was young.

Si Yunchen stared in astonishment at the scene, a surge of indescribable fear and shock welling up inside him.

"So it turns out Father Emperor is..." Si Yunchen's exclamation was swallowed up by the roar of the altar before he could finish speaking.

His voice sounded so insignificant amidst the enormous buzzing, as if ignored by the entire world.

Just then, the fragments of the nine dragon pillars suddenly flew into the air, as if drawn by a mysterious force, and quickly reassembled themselves.

In the blink of an eye, the nine dragon-coiled pillars transformed into twenty-seven bronze swaddling clothes, each exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.

What's even more shocking is that one end of each of these bronze swaddling clothes is connected to a blood-red umbilical cord, while the other end is clearly tied to an ice crystal lotus pattern.

The clear sound of jade chimes came from the direction of the Glazed Palace...

Tang Yulu stared in horror at her hands covered in blood, which seemed to be flowing endlessly from her body. What she was clutching tightly in her hand was the half-scroll of the Luoshu.

At this moment, the silver needles on the astrolabe are melting at an astonishing speed, turning into drops of liquid starlight that flow slowly.

Tang Yuluo's gaze was drawn to this bizarre sight. She stared wide-eyed as the liquid stars gradually coalesced into a silver river that meandered across the star disk.

Suddenly, Tang Yulu seemed to remember something. She abruptly tore open Gongsun Ruotang's sleeve, revealing the lotus birthmark on Ruo'er's arm.

Meanwhile, at the point where the ice abyss in the Western Regions collapsed, Ling Feng was tightly protecting the infant in his arms as the ice abyss continued to sink.

The eerie crying filled his ears, and his heart was filled with fear and despair.

However, just when Ling Feng thought that he and the baby were about to die, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the priest's bone staff fragments merging into the snow lotus.

"The Seven Star Soul Lock is the Emperor's Tribulation!" Gongsun Ruotang's voice suddenly boomed from the star chart.

"It's time to wake up, my reincarnation." The girl lightly touched Ling Feng's brow with her fingertip, and the bronze chain in his arms suddenly seemed to come alive, wrapping around the star chart.

The moment the jade pendant aligned with the groove in the center of the altar, crimson veins began to appear on the ground of the Third Prince's residence, like the blood vessels of a giant beast awakening.

The crimson veins on the ground spread rapidly, like countless greedy blood snakes, slithering wildly in all directions.

Wherever it passed, bricks and stones cracked, making a dull sound.

A strong, nauseating stench of blood filled the air.

Si Yunchen struggled to keep his body upright, trying to sort out his thoughts amidst the chaos.

As he gazed at the spreading crimson veins, a terrifying thought began to form in his mind.

At this moment, the twenty-seven bronze swaddling clothes began to sway gently, making a "creaking" sound, as if a demon that had been sleeping for thousands of years was about to awaken.

In the Crystal Palace...

Tang Yulu looked at the half-scroll of the Luoshu in her hand, which shimmered with a strange light, echoing the silver river flowing on the star chart.

Her gaze fell on the lotus-shaped birthmark on Gongsun Ruotang's arm. The birthmark was now emitting a faint glow, which was out of place with the strange scenery around it, yet seemed to have some mysterious connection with it.

The Ice Abyss of the Western Regions...

Ling Feng felt the speed of his descent increasing, with the wind whistling in his ears.

But the fragment of the priest's staff that had been integrated into the snow lotus suddenly emitted a soft light, enveloping him and the infant.

Under the protection of the light, Ling Feng felt a strange power that seemed to be slowing their descent.

Within the astrolabe, the voice of a woman resembling Gongsun Ruotang rang out once more: "Everything is due to the intertwining of fates. This imperial calamity is not just about one person, but a calamity for the entire world." As her voice fell, a dazzling light burst forth from the spot where the jade pendant and the altar groove met, shooting straight into the sky.

Amidst the light, a phantom figure slowly emerged. The figure's face was blurred, but it exuded an aura of supreme authority.

Upon seeing this figure, Si Yunchen felt a chill run down his spine. He instinctively felt that this figure was inextricably linked to his father, the Emperor. "This is the cycle of fate. The choices we made back then have led to today's situation."

The illusory figure spoke, its voice booming like a bell, echoing throughout the heavens and earth. "The Seven Star Soul Lock not only locks the fate of emperors, but also the cause and effect of this world."

At this moment, the shaking of the twenty-seven bronze swaddling clothes became more and more violent. The lid of one of the swaddling clothes slowly opened, and a faint light shone out from it.

Immediately afterwards, the other swaddling clothes opened one after another, and one after another, spirits emitting a faint light floated out from them.

These spirits come in various forms, some resembling human figures and others like beast shadows, but all exude an ancient and powerful aura.

The Luoshu in Tang Yuluo's hand shone brightly, and the runes on it seemed to come alive, flashing and jumping continuously.

The silver river on the star chart also became turbulent, rushing towards the illusory figure.

As Ling Feng stood in the icy abyss, gazing at the soft light surrounding him and the infant, a surge of inexplicable courage welled up within him.

He held the baby tightly in his arms, watching the changes happening around him, and secretly vowed to protect the child.

As all the spirits appeared, the atmosphere in the entire world became increasingly chaotic.

The wind howled, dark clouds gathered, and lightning flashed and thunder roared.

The illusory figure raised its hand and waved, sending a powerful force towards the spirits, seemingly trying to reseal them.

However, the spirits were not to be outdone, and they all let out sharp cries and launched an attack on the illusory figure.

In an instant, lights crisscrossed, and various forces collided, producing deafening explosions.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Si Yunchen struggled to his feet and moved closer to the altar.

He wanted to find out the truth behind all of this, and even more so, he wanted to know what connection his father had with it all.