"Does the Immortal Shang Hanyu know what you plan to use the Soul Suppressing Cauldron for?"
"Of course, he knows."
Moyu was aghast, then imdiately understood, and subsequently sighed.
Shang Hanyu was doing all this naturally for his daughter.
Poor father, trying to protect his daughter but couldn’t, feeling guilty and heartbroken.
He was even sent by the Heavenly Emperor to the Netherworld to personally investigate whether his daughter’s soul fragnts had been extinguished.
The world says that our Demon Realm commits all kinds of evil, utterly heartless. But compared to us, the Immortal Realm is truly inhuman.
"What on earth are you planning to do?" Jun Moyan interrupted the conversation angrily.
Nie Jiuque put away the Soul Suppressing Cauldron and walked over.
Looking down at him haughtily, he spoke coldly, "Do you have any last words to leave behind?"
"You say I owe you, but I’d like to know what exactly I owe you!" Jun Moyan gritted his teeth, the veins at his temples bulging fiercely.
"..." Nie Jiuque remained silent, just staring at him.
It was those eyes, every ti Jun Moyan looked at them, they seed familiar.
"What, still can’t let die with clarity?"
"The dying need not know."
Gu Sheng and the others would not die from losing one soul fragnt, but Jun Moyan, as the main body, would.
His Primordial Spirit would certainly be obliterated, scattering into the heavens and earth.
Nie Jiuque didn’t want to take off the mask, letting Jun Moyan feel despair one last ti before dying.
Let Jun Wuchen, this second brother, forever live in his heart.
"Even if I owed you in my past life, why should I pay with my life in this one without understanding why? At least let know what I owe you, let die content."
"Then you shall die discontented!"
Nie Jiuque swung his sleeve and walked away.
"Who on earth are you, where are you hiding Xiaoguai? Give her back to ."
Nie Jiuque’s footsteps halted, but he did not turn around.
"Even when dying, you still think of my wife. You truly deserve to die a thousand tis over, never enough to repay the thousand years Yingying and I were separated."
"...What did you say?"
Jun Moyan was stunned.
His... wife?
Yingying?
"She’s not your Yingying, she’s Xiaoguai, she’s the Cat Demon Clan Princess Wen Xiao’ai, she’s my wife! She’s mine, Jun Moyan’s!"
Jun Moyan’s eyes reddened with urgency, desperately struggling to stand up.
Nie Jiuque walked forward a few steps, retreated a certain distance, then turned to look at him coldly, "Your wife? Soon, you won’t even have the delusion to claim that."
As Nie Jiuque spoke, he raised his hand, striking towards his left palm.
A cold gleam flashed by, instantly a bloody mark appeared on his left palm.
With a wave of his hand, the blood from his palm splattered out.
The blood scattered beneath Jun Moyan, Ais, Gu Sheng, and others, spots and stains all over.
The blood seed to activate sothing, causing the ground beneath them to glow red.
A gigantic formation began to appear, faintly visible.
As lines of blood connected each other, the vast formation gradually ca together, becoming clear.
Ais, Gu Sheng, Bai Tang, the drunkard, each occupied a corner of the formation.
Jun Moyan was at the center of the formation.
Nie Jiuque used his right index and middle fingers together, sared the blood from his left hand, and quickly drew a scarlet talisman in the air.
With a point of his fingertip, the talisman pressed onto Jun Moyan’s body.
Jun Moyan only felt a stab of pain in his left chest.
He tried hard to look towards his left chest, discovering the tattoo there glowing brightly, the light piercing through his clothes, extrely dazzling.
The formation beneath him began to rotate.
Those who had been comatose, Ais and the others, started to react.
Their faces all shared the sa painful, uncomfortable expression.
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