After emergency treatment, Li Xi's condition finally stabilized, but she was still extremely weak.

At this moment, she lay quietly on the bed, her eyes closed and her brows slightly furrowed, as if she were enduring immense pain.

At this moment, Meng Zhelan noticed that the pattern on Li Xi's back was becoming clearer and clearer, as if it were wriggling on her back as if it were alive.

This filled her with a strange fear; she had never seen such a bizarre phenomenon before.

To make matters worse, Hongying has not returned since she left, and Meng Zhelan is at a loss as to what to do.

Whenever Li Xi goes into a state of demonic possession, she quickly falls into a coma, which seems to have become a pattern.

However, the situation has changed in the last two instances.

When Li Xi went into a state of demonic possession again, she did not immediately fall into a coma as usual, but remained in a berserk state.

This change shocked and worried people because it meant her rampages would last longer and the number of people she harmed would increase dramatically.

Worse still, these injured people have almost no chance of survival.

As time went on, people began to worry that if this situation continued, Li Xi might completely lose her mind and become an unconscious killing machine.

This idea is chilling, because if it were to happen, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Seeing Li Xi's pale face and convulsing body, Meng Zhelan was extremely anxious.

If a solution isn't found in time, Xi'er might suffer even more. However, she felt helpless in the face of her predicament.

Li Xi deserves the greatest credit for suppressing this rebellion.

Prince An, along with three other "protectors," captured the Grand Protector and the remaining seven protectors, as well as Situ Feng.

As Li Xi had previously agreed, the members of the Red Lotus Cult were temporarily imprisoned.

Crown Prince Qi Xuan is dead, and Consort Shu is unexpectedly discovered to be hiding in a secret place in her palace.

Enraged, the emperor gave her a cup of poisoned wine as her end.

Looking back, when the emperor was on the verge of death during his travels among the common people, it was Consort Shu who stepped forward to save his life. Now it seems that this was just part of Luo Yun's plan.

Even worse, they had accomplices within the Imperial Observatory who secretly orchestrated Qi Xuan's journey to Xiangguo Temple.

This series of interconnected conspiracies put Emperor Wenyuan under unprecedented pressure.

Surprisingly, the chief physician of the Imperial Medical Academy was actually a descendant of the previous dynasty!

What's even more surprising is that he actually joined forces with Consort Shu.

The seemingly ordinary act of having Consort Shu burn incense in her palace every day concealed a huge conspiracy.

It turned out that the incense was no ordinary substance, but a poisonous incense that the imperial physician was carefully preparing.

When it encounters the health-preserving tonics that the imperial physicians are tailoring for the emperor, a subtle chemical reaction occurs between the two, gradually accumulating deadly toxins in the emperor's body.

Day after day, the emperor unknowingly became poisoned.

This discovery plunged Emperor Wenyuan's heart into despair.

Fortunately, Meng Zhelan was there; she discovered something amiss after taking the emperor's pulse that day.

However, because Meng Zhong gave her a meaningful look, she outwardly claimed that she was helpless.

In private, she and her father worked together to secretly treat the emperor, evading surveillance.

Under the guise of nourishing the Empress Dowager's body, Meng Zhelan secretly concocted antidote pills deep within the Empress Dowager's palace.

Today, the emperor took the drug to feign death as planned.

After Li Xi and the others stabilized the battle, he took the antidote given to him by Meng Zhelan. Only when the secret army of the Red Lotus Sect leader was lured out did he "wake up" and send a signal to Feng Monian.

Upon receiving the signal, Feng Monian immediately led his elite troops like divine soldiers descending from the heavens, launching a thunderous siege against the rebels, instantly reversing the situation.

After the rebels were eliminated, the palace finally returned to its former tranquility.

However, Emperor Wenyuan could not find peace in his heart.

However, Jingyuan suffered severe damage from the rebel army and the Red Lotus Sect, resulting in chaos and a very serious situation.

Now, a great deal of time, manpower, and resources are needed to rebuild order, restore production, and restore the people's trust in the court.

Luo Yun was rescued, while the other members of the Red Lotus Cult were arrested and brought to justice.

But even a centipede with a hundred legs will not die easily; I will not have a moment's peace until I see him caught.

"Someone come here," he called out in a deep voice, his tone carrying an unquestionable authority.

A black-clad guard instantly appeared in front of the hall, kneeling on one knee, awaiting orders.

"Intensify the search and find Luo Yun's whereabouts at all costs. At the same time, investigate whether there are any remaining members of the Red Lotus Sect lurking in the shadows. Any disturbance must be reported immediately." Emperor Wenyuan's eyes were as cold as stars.

"As you command." The commander of the Imperial Guards accepted the order and left.

Since falling into a coma, Li Xi has been trapped in a dream.

In this endless dream, Li Xi felt as if she were in a chaotic void, surrounded by blurry light and distorted scenes, neither reality nor pure illusion. She tried to break free, but found herself tightly bound by an invisible force, each struggle feeling futile.

In my dream, fragments of the past began to surface.

"If you don't wake up soon, you will become a bloodthirsty monster. This is the price you pay for using the time-reversal technique without permission. The river of time is turbulent and irreversible. You tried to go against the current by your own strength to change your predetermined fate. But you didn't expect that this act of violating the laws of nature would plunge you into eternal damnation."

These words kept echoing in my mind, like a melody on repeat, impossible to shake off.

Looking out, one can see the shadow of a silver dragon in the afterglow of the setting sun not far away.

The shadow of the silver dragon appeared exceptionally mysterious and magnificent, as if it had descended from the sky and gently touched the boundary of the mortal world.

Its scales shimmered with a cool yet dazzling light in the dim light, and every subtle movement seemed to reveal its extraordinary nature.

She involuntarily took a few steps forward, her heart racing as the distance shortened, feeling both excited and slightly uneasy.

The surrounding air seemed to become exceptionally fresh, carrying a faint, almost imperceptible scent of ambergris that invigorated the spirit.

As she drew closer, the silver dragon's figure became clearer. But it showed no hostility; instead, it stood there quietly with a gentle and solemn demeanor, as if waiting for something.

Her gaze pierced through the layers of light and shadow, meeting the deep eyes of the silver dragon.

Instantly, a strange sense of familiarity surged within her.

"What you yearn for is nothing more than to make up for those missed moments and save those lives that should have perished. But have you ever considered that every change you make disrupts the balance of this world? What you save may be the root of future disasters," the silver dragon said in a low voice.

She looked around in surprise, only to find that there was no one else besides the silver dragon.