Two red rays of light burst out from the statue's eyes, like a sword of judgment piercing Li Lingge's eyebrows.

"here we go."

The old prince Zhao Xuangang's white eyebrows trembled slightly, and he slammed the dragon-headed cane in his hand to the ground.

The old monster who had lived for tens of millions of years had a gleam in his eyes as he stared intently at the reaction of the statue.

Li Lingge felt a burning force invading his sea of ​​consciousness, as if tens of millions of red-hot steel needles were stirring in his soul.

This is a torture more terrible than physical pain. Ordinary monks will be scared to death at this moment.

But his expression did not change, and he even curled up the corners of his mouth slightly.

A guard gasped.

"Look at the Third Prince's expression. He's in so much pain from the Suzaku Divine Fire burning his soul, yet he's actually smiling?"

At the edge of the altar, the faces of several royal family members had turned pale.

Many of them have experienced the Vermillion Bird Soul Test, and the pain they felt still shudders when they think of it.

Zhao Lingyue is Zhao Lingzhen’s biological sister. She clutched her sleeves tightly, feeling heartbroken.

The statue's detection power suddenly fluctuated violently, and a hint of black air faintly appeared in the red light.

Zhao Wuji, who was sitting on the dragon throne, suddenly leaned forward, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Something's wrong!" Zhao Xuangang suddenly shouted, "The Vermillion Bird statue is trembling!"

Indeed, the towering statue was actually trembling slightly, and the Nanming Lihuo that had been burning for tens of millions of years suddenly became flickering.

A flash of scarlet flashed across the depths of Li Lingge's right eye.

Only the Vermillion Bird statue saw that, deep within its seemingly peaceful soul, lurked an existence that made its very soul tremble.

It is a fear older than the ancient gods, a darkness that even the Nanming Lihuo has to retreat from.

"唳——"

The statue suddenly let out a wail, and the detecting light instantly retracted.

It slowly folded its wings and returned to its stationary state, but the divine flames that never went out were now three points weaker.

"This!" Zhao Xuangang was stunned. "Is the soul examination over?"

Zhao Wuji slowly sat up straight, his eyes changing expression.

He looked at his son who was standing in the center of the altar. The latter was calmly adjusting his sleeves as if nothing had happened.

Li Lingge bowed, his voice eerily calm.

"Your Majesty, the Vermillion Bird statue has been verified."

There was a deathly silence in the ancestral temple, and the golden-armored gods looked at each other in bewilderment.

Everyone felt that something was wrong, but they couldn't tell what was wrong.

Zhao Wuji suddenly chuckled, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

"Of course I believe you, but this way, I can also dispel those rumors."

I don’t know how many people are now speculating whether Zhao Lingzhen really succeeded in taking over the body, and there are all kinds of speculations.

Zhao Wuji did this, firstly to reassure himself, and secondly to make others shut up.

Zhao Xuangang said urgently, "Your Majesty! There's something wrong with the Vermillion Bird statue."

A single look from Zhao Wuji made the other person speechless.

"Are you questioning the judgment of the clan guardian beast?"

"I dare not."

Zhao Xuangang bowed quickly and didn't dare to say another word.

…

Fenglin Palace.

The phoenix couch carved from golden nanmu wood is covered with a soft snow silk quilt.

The air in the hall was filled with the fragrance of incense, the elegant ambergris mixed with a hint of cool winter plum blossoms, lingering in the hall, making the entire palace even more deep and quiet.

Imperial Concubine Su Qinghuang was leaning against a soft pillow, her crimson palace skirt with a phoenix pattern hanging down, a crystal clear spiritual fruit was pinched between her jade fingers, and she was listening nonchalantly to the report of the palace maid beside her.

"Your Majesty, the Third Prince has returned," the personal maid Qingluan whispered. "I heard he took over the body of someone named Li Lingge."

Su Qinghuang's originally lazy expression paused slightly, and the spiritual fruit on her fingertips stopped at her lips, but she didn't bite it.

"Possessing a body? Is Zhao Ling really willing to give up the royal bloodline?"

Qingluan lowered her voice and continued.

"My Lady, this person is extraordinary. He is the champion of this Star Region Alchemy Conference."

She paused, her voice lower.

"Moreover, he can refine the Emperor Sun and Moon Pill with 100% efficacy!"

Snap——

The spiritual fruit slipped from Su Qinghuang's fingertips and rolled onto the carpet.

She slowly sat up straight, her phoenix eyes, as deep as a cold pond, narrowed slightly, and a sharp light flashed in her eyes.

"A 100% effective Emperor Sun and Moon Pill?!"

As far as she knew, even Zhao Qiwen, the royal family's top alchemist, could not refine the Emperor Sun and Moon Pill with 100% efficacy.

The young man named Li Lingge's alchemy skills are even better than Zhao Qiwen's.

Su Qinghuang pursed her red lips, emotions surging in her eyes.

"Interesting, what does Zhao Ling really want to do by possessing the body of such a person?"

Qingluan took a few steps forward, then looked at the other attendants in the hall and did not choose to speak immediately.

From the gilded incense burner in Fenglin Palace, a wisp of green smoke just rose to mid-air before suddenly twisting and dissipating.

Su Qinghuang waved away the attendants with her wide sleeves, creating a breeze. The twelve shark-silk palace lanterns in the hall swayed gently, casting changing light and shadows on the imperial concubine's breathtakingly beautiful face.

"Go on."

Qingluan's forehead almost touched the gilded carpet, and her voice was extremely low.

"It is said that His Majesty summoned the Third Prince alone. The Third Prince said that he has obtained the recipe for the God-Forging Pill and only needs three things to refine it."

Snap——

The cold jade hairpin that Su Qinghuang was playing with suddenly broke into two pieces. The crisp sound of the broken jade falling to the ground was particularly harsh in the silent hall, and scared Qingluan so much that she trembled all over.

Su Qinghuang seemed unaware and just slowly raised her eyelids. The pair of phoenix eyes that always contained a smile were now terrifyingly deep, and there seemed to be an ice-blue flame dancing in the depths of her pupils.

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