Some serendipitous encounters are things you can't have no chance of getting.

Some unexpected encounters are simply impossible to shake off.

White light shone around the altar, trapping the raccoon like a cage.

"presumptuous."

"Do you think you can just give up if you don't want it?"

"Since you don't cherish the opportunity to be Jackie Chan at all, then don't blame us!"

Because the raccoon didn't fall for it, the mysterious voice revealed its true intentions.

A strong wind rose above the altar.

The wind blades slashed across the raccoon's body like sharp knives.

Jia Xitong was shocked when the expensive and incredibly tough fur on her body was cut in two by the wind blade.

The number of wind blades is increasing.

Moreover, it's impossible to see where it appears from, or how or from what angle it attacks.

The raccoon could only dodge by instinct, but even so, wind blades still managed to cut her skin, and blood seeped from the wounds, slowly flowing to the ground.

The blood dried quickly as it dripped onto the altar.

It should be said that it was absorbed immediately.

The altar seemed to possess some kind of power, causing her wound to grow larger and larger, and blood began to flow profusely onto the ground. Jia Xitong tried to break free; she extended her small wings and flapped them rapidly, but it was all in vain.

It was as if something was stuck to her legs.

Her blood was flowing downwards, while something seemed to be flowing upwards.

"The will of us, the Jiaolong."

"The honor of our Jiaolong."

"We, the Jiaolong, are destined to replace the true divine dragon."

"You must abandon all emotions, all feelings, all desires, and completely submit to the will of us dragons!"

...

Within the original world

Shang Yanting was awakened by a voice that kept repeating in his mind as soon as he fell asleep.

His eyes snapped open, and in the darkness, his pupils glowed with a beastly light.

This voice has been ringing out every night and every moment since he completely absorbed the dragon bone.

The dragon clan gave away their most precious treasures, wanting far more in return than he initially promised—a complete severing of all emotions and love. They wanted to tame him, a dead soul, into the most obedient slave, demanding his lifelong service to the dragon clan.

What a ridiculous deal.

This reminded Shang Yanting of the Shang Mou family, whose entire family he had slaughtered.

No one can control themselves!

He opened his eyes in the darkness, battling the last vestiges of his will in his mind...

On the other side

Jia Xitong sensed that the remaining ruins harbored ill intentions.

She tried to break free from the shackles of this inexplicable force, pulling out the Hun Tian Bracelet from her pocket and slamming it down on the altar. However, this attack was ineffective; on the contrary, the surrounding wind blades continuously cut wounds on her body, and the already small raccoon was losing more and more blood.

Jia Xitong tried to find his eleventh senior brother through the altar's barrier and tell him to quickly find help.

At this moment, the eleventh brother stood guard at the entrance of the altar.

I'm really impressed by him.

At this moment, the surrounding spiritual energy also began to change. The barrier that was originally surrounded by white light turned blood red, and the invisible wind blades also began to show red outlines.

The surrounding spiritual energy changed from pure white to blood red, carrying a sense of slaughter and chaos.

"Foolish and cowardly creature, let me take your place and represent the will of the dragon!"

The remnant soul hidden within the altar materialized, its enormous dragon head half normal and half skeletal. Just staring at it was suffocating.

This is... demonic energy!

The eleventh senior brother outside finally noticed something was wrong, his expression changed, and he rushed towards the altar.

Then he was burned by the surrounding demonic energy and collapsed directly under the altar.

Suddenly, the communication talisman hanging on Shang Yanting's waist, far away on Xianlong Peak, lit up. He made a hand seal, and his eleventh senior brother's voice came from the other end, pleading for help, "Junior brother, the Ten Thousand Snake Cave, come quickly to save Xitong!"

Shang Yanting, who had been chatting and laughing with the cultivators who wanted to follow him, suddenly changed his expression.

"I have urgent business to attend to, and I apologize for the poor hospitality."

After saying this, he got up and left, riding away on a Suzuki Flying Owl.

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Within the altar

The ignorant raccoon had no idea that this was demonic energy; it only felt its body gradually becoming uncontrollable.

The magic was eroding her body, and her blood was still flowing out.

Her condition continued to deteriorate, making her situation very bad. The raccoon, who thought she was out of danger, then realized she might have gone too far.

As expected, the male lead's opportunities are his own; no one else could have handled them.

She hurriedly pulled out a communication talisman and other talismans to save herself, but the talisman was shredded to pieces by the surrounding magic as soon as she took it out. If she hadn't retrieved it quickly, even the Misu Talisman would have been destroyed here.

A dazzling red light appeared, and a huge phantom of a dragon's head appeared on the altar.

It looked at the raccoon on the ground with the same indifference as the sculpture directly in front of it.

An oppressive aura emanating from ancient times pressed Jia Xitong's body tightly against the ground. The next moment would be to kill the soul of this body and take its place.

The fragmented soul began its second plan.

However, just as this remnant soul, enveloped in black mist, charged toward the raccoon, the crimson magic and the pure white dot collided.

It was the raccoon who pulled out her most powerful magic weapon—the Formless Brush.

The giant dragon's head was blocked by the spiritual power emanating from the tip of the pen in that instant.

When the crimson magic touches the pen tip, the magic closest to the pen tip is purified.

Jia Xitong seized the opportunity and spun her brush, the Four Symbols Void Talisman rapidly taking shape beneath her pen, attacking the shadow. The talisman drawn with the Formless Brush was no different from that drawn with the Golden Saint Brush, yet it seemed to have something added to it.

The power of the talisman spread like a bomb.

Instantly, the entire altar began to shake.

The barrier surrounding her expanded and burst like a balloon. With a deafening roar, the phantom of the dragon shattered along with the collapse of the barrier.

They're out!

The raccoon paused for a moment.

At the time, she always thought that she was no match for the altar and that she was just going to hold out for as long as she could.

Never mind, let's just run.

The raccoon dragged its injured body to the altar, only to see its eleventh senior brother lying unconscious beside it.

What's wrong with you, senior brother?

Jia Xitong was stunned, and the sacrificial altar behind her, which had just been shattered, seemed to be slowly recovering.

"return!"

"That creature with dragon blood!"

"I can give you the purest dragon bloodline, and all you have to do is pay a tiny price..."

That seductive voice has appeared again!

Jia Xitong quickly covered her ears, but the sound seemed to exist in her mind.

To prevent herself from being bewitched again, she took out her puppet doll and manipulated it to carry her raccoon's body on its back, dragging her eleventh senior brother's upper body slowly toward the exit.

Eleventh Senior Brother is a wise man.

When he arrived, he used a golden wheel to carve a continuous line on the wall he passed. Without any reference points, Jia Xitong groped his way out of the cave, which had a complex terrain, by following these lines.

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