Chapter 174 Breaking the Seal "Whether you go in or leave, it's up to you..."

Is the Li family's patriarch's token in my senior brother's hands?

Jiang Yuhuo was momentarily stunned. What did he need that for? Senior Brother...aren't you going back to Kunlun?

She looked at Wen Yizhan in surprise. He had no expression on his face, and when he saw her looking over, he just smiled faintly, "I haven't been included in the genealogy yet, so I didn't tell you."

A diamond-shaped object was placed in her palm. Wen Yizhan squeezed her hand and said, "Whether you go in or leave, it's up to you."

Jiang Yuhuo opened his hand, revealing a dark, heavy token.

When Li Ziying saw what she was holding, her eyes lit up instantly. "How is it?"

But then Jiang Yuhuo tiptoed closer to Wen Yizhan's ear and whispered something.

Wen Yizhan nodded after listening.

Jiang Yuhuo clenched his five fingers and glanced at Li Ziying.

Of course she wanted to go in. She not only wanted to see what was going on inside, but she also wanted to see clearly what Li Ziying's true colors were.

The black token was embedded in the recess, fitting perfectly.

Dust fell from the stone gate, and the ground began to tremble. Finally, the heavy stone gate slowly opened.

As the smoke and dust cleared, in the vast and empty tomb chamber, a winged figure hovered at the far end, its enormous, pure white wings spread wide, its head bowed, and its long, flowing white hair reaching to the ground. But upon closer inspection, one could see that behind it stood an irregularly shaped cross-shaped rack, its wings nailed to both ends.

Countless blood threads extending from the mountainside bound the Feathered Woman's body, making her resemble a giant blood cocoon.

It remained motionless, its fate unknown.

Similar to yet different from the paintings in that hall, the winged people were still the same winged people, but now they had blood-line bindings and nail racks that had not appeared in the paintings.

Almost the instant she stepped into the tomb, Jiang Yuhuo felt an unprecedented suppressive force, hundreds of times stronger than the one she had felt in the main hall. Even though she was prepared, the initial impact still made her almost unable to take a step, and the power in her bloodline ignited in an instant.

Wen Yizhan noticed her unusual behavior and turned around to ask, "Junior sister, what's wrong?"

Before Jiang Yuhu could answer, he saw countless blood lines extending from the four walls of the tomb chamber, wriggling like worms, heading straight for Jiang Yuhu.

Wen Yizhan immediately swung his sword to cut through the blood lines, but the things gathered more and more, and as soon as one clump was cut off, another clump immediately grew back. Strangely, they all ignored him and only went towards the people behind him. He still remembered how Li Shichuan used these things to deal with Jiang Yuhuo outside the Hall of Offering.

This is a trap!

He turned around and saw the tomb door slowly closing, with Li Ziying blocking the entrance.

"Junior sister, let's go!"

Wen Yizhan brandished his sword as he reached for Jiang Yuhuo, trying to take her away, but his hand was covered in sticky substance.

Jiang Yuhuo's hands were dripping blood.

Li Ziying stood in front of the door, her beautiful features cold and sharp. "No one is allowed to leave. No one is allowed to leave."

With a flick of her sleeve, she destroyed the recessed area inside the door where the patriarch's decree was placed, and with a "boom," the tomb door slammed shut.

Li Ziying looked at Jiang Yuhuo, "You can't blame anyone else for this. As a Feathered Person, you dared to come here. You came here to die." She gave a short, cold laugh and said contemptuously, "It seems that the lesson Zheyu Palace taught you wasn't deep enough. Or do you think Meng Bai or that Mermaid will come to save you?"

"It's a pity. Outsiders can't enter the Li family's ancestral tomb. Even if that mermaid has extraordinary magical powers, he can't break through the formation. And Meng Bai..." She laughed loudly, "After fighting for power for so many years, Li Shichuan didn't give him anything. Without the main tomb key and the family head's token, how can he come in to save you?"

What is this Broken Feather Palace? What are these merfolk? Wen Yizhan was increasingly confused. What had happened to his junior sister in the Li family? Why hadn't she told him?

Jiang Yuhuo stood rooted to the spot, seemingly unable to move. Wen Yizhan pointed his sword directly at Li Ziying, "What are you barking about? Get out of my way!"

Li Ziying didn't care at all. Instead, she smiled, a cold light flashing deep in her eyes. "Since you've all agreed to be members of my Li family, you shouldn't mind doing it in the tomb, right?"

After saying that, she swiftly moved and struck the female ghost cowering in the corner with her palm, scooping up the powerless ghost with her bare hands. She smiled and said, "Isn't that right, Wen Ruoxin?" Li Ziying's smile was sinister. "Your son has come to keep you company."

Upon hearing the name, Wen Yizhan abruptly looked up and saw the restrictions on the ethereal figure being lifted. The delicate and pretty face shattered like a shell, revealing gentle and serene eyes and brows that bore a striking resemblance to Li Yanluo. That face was exactly the same as it had been years ago.

That was his mother. He had found her from the beginning, but he hadn't recognized her.

At that moment, an invisible hand gripped her neck, and she struggled in agony. Li Ziying brushed away the mask from Wen Ruoxin's face. "Shichuan went to such lengths to keep you here, yet he couldn't bear to look at your face. Did he think he could tell the difference just by changing his appearance? How foolish! In the end, he was still betrayed by Li Yanluo. Such a ruthless person made a stupid mistake in this matter, wavering between two women. He deserved it."

"Let her go!" Wen Yizhan thrust her sword at Li Ziying, the sword intent sharp and fierce, tearing through the air and causing the surrounding air to vibrate slightly. But at that moment, Li Ziying shielded Wen Ruoxin in front of her. Wen Yizhan was shocked and immediately turned around, forcefully withdrawing the powerful sword strike.

Blood gushed from his already injured arms.

Li Ziying could have pressed her advantage against him, but instead she turned to look at Jiang Yuhuo. Countless blood threads relentlessly pursued the black-clad female cultivator in the tomb. No matter how many she severed, another wave would always come her way. Her dodging movements became increasingly sluggish, as if she were about to become the next person to be devoured by the blood threads, just like the winged man nailed to the cross.

Li Ziying mocked Jiang Yuhuo, "Everyone says that you winged people are the descendants of the gods, born with spirits, and continuing the power left behind by the gods. But look at you all, you and your people, aren't you all suppressed by the seals cast upon you? Since you are so useless, why not use you all for my Li family!"

Jiang Yuhuo spun his sword, clearing a large area of ​​clean land.

Li Ziying's eyes flickered slightly, filled with excitement. "What, you're not convinced? Hmph, either you stay here with her, or you rescue her yourself."

Jiang Yuhuo did not respond to her. Instead, she glanced at Wen Yizhan and her expression darkened when she saw his shoulders soaked in blood.

Li Ziying's gaze remained fixed on her, and Jiang Yuhuo put down the Dingchun Sword.

The blood on her hand was from the cut Jiang Yuhuo made before opening the door. The blood flowed over the silver bracelet on her wrist, causing it to glow faintly, and then slowly slid down her fingers towards the sword. This blood, prepared in advance and infused with spiritual power, was specifically for dealing with this situation of being targeted and restrained.

Since she decided to come in, she wouldn't have been unprepared.

She had severed enough blood threads, enough to pinpoint the location of the sealing seal.

Li Ziying kept trying to provoke her, thinking that she would identify with the identity of the Feathered People.

Ah, my people…

Her people were all dead; that distant tribe had never had any contact with her.

But she would still go to save the winged man, because his similar face reminded her of her mother whom she had never met.

The person Jiang Liuyun cherished his whole life.

Flames erupted from the sword's white, rainbow-like blade, emitting an even more dazzling light. This strange seal could suppress her spiritual power, but it couldn't suppress magical artifacts. The silver bracelet had one, and so did the Dingchun Sword. Even though these were insignificant compared to her own spiritual power, with the flames attached, she could unleash that power to its fullest potential.

Jiang Yuhuo, carrying the burning Dingchun Sword, did not attempt to cut the swarming blood trails. She walked to the center of the tomb chamber and used the most basic move of the Kunlun Nine Swords, "Swallow Returns to Nest," plunging the sword into the very center of the tomb chamber. The white rainbow blade embedded itself in the hard rock, making only a very faint "clanging" sound. With her extremely meager spiritual power, she pushed it downwards, her sword intent penetrating every fiber, and tiny cracks rapidly spread, the sword intent carrying flames sweeping along the cracks.

Li Ziying narrowed her eyes, looking at the person standing in the center of the tomb. The blood threads wrapped around her body clearly indicated that she was in so much pain that she could hardly stand. However, her hands were pressed firmly on her sword, and with that meager spiritual power, she managed to turn the flames on the sword into a raging inferno.

Flames erupted from the cracks in the ground, radiating outwards in a winding pattern from the sword's blade, overlapping and layering one after another. In the spacious tomb chamber, a giant, burning golden chrysanthemum slowly bloomed on the ground.

That kind of pattern is a setup that was there from the very beginning. The seal was pinned into the heart of the flower and buried underground. The chrysanthemum petals, like tendrils, continued to extend into the distance until they completely occupied the entire tomb chamber and even the more distant mountain ranges connected to this mountain.

Jiang Yuhuo watched as the blood lines around her continued to dissipate. The blood on her body, on the winged people, and in the entire tomb all vanished in this magnificent flame.

That day in the main hall, it was by stabbing the floor tile with her sword that the bloodline hidden in the space was revealed, so she guessed that the problem with the seal lay underground...

She was just unsure of the exact location.

This strange seal, which suppresses the Feathered Clan while simultaneously drawing power from them, must be stingy. It is so stingy that it does not allow anyone outside the Li family to enter the ancestral tomb and is unwilling to share its power with anyone who is not a member of the Li family. Such a stingy seal would never allow the power it obtains to dissipate in vain.

So she had to cut the blood lines to pinpoint the most greedy spot by where they ended. The more she cut, the more likely that spot would be hidden.

As long as she can endure the backlash from the internal fire element and prevent the intense burning pain from taking away her senses like last time.

Li Ziying is right, no one can save her.

Before deciding to come in, she had made the worst-case scenario plan. Even if she encountered the worst situation, she had the ability to remove the seal of exile so that she could escape with her senior brother and Xiaoyun. This was a bit of confidence that Li Mengbai gave her.

The seal dissipated, and the power suppressing her spiritual energy receded. Jiang Yuhuo drew her Dingchun Sword and looked up at the person opposite her.

Li Ziying stared blankly at the person standing in the center of the fireworks for a moment.

The Blood Seal that Li Yi had painstakingly researched was broken by her, and the blood seal that had sustained the Li family for hundreds of years was gone forever.

Li Ziying smiled slightly, a smile that came from the bottom of her heart.

The final seal was also placed through her hands.

It was truly a fine weapon, and yet, after many twists and turns, it returned to his hands.

Taking advantage of Li Ziying's momentary distraction, Wen Yizhan, who had been waiting for an opportunity, cut off Li Ziying's arm with a sword and took away the restrained Wen Ruoxin.

But Li Ziying didn't even frown. She slowly turned her head, her cold, dark eyes staring at Wen Yizhan. She gave him a chilling smile and said, "It's alright."

Wen Yizhan frowned and stepped back, protecting the trembling Wen Ruoxin.

Li Ziying's eyes...

That darkness, devoid of light, sent chills down one's spine.

But those lifeless eyes had already turned back, smiling as they met the man who was swinging his sword at her. The figure leaping from the flames was reflected in her pupils, growing larger and larger…

Jiang Yuhuo swung his sword toward Li Ziying's head, his eyes blazing with suppressed rage. "Die, Jia Qianyang!"