The wound inflicted by Jidu's knife is incurable. Even though the Heavenly Dao is using Hongjun's body, blood continues to gush from the wound, the skin is torn and the flesh is rolled up, showing no sign of healing.

“Oh, you seem to have forgotten someone,” Rahu said slowly. “I am a merciful demon god, and I am happy to tell my defeated foe exactly where they went wrong. For example, you—”

He waved his hand: "In order to exterminate the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan, you did not hesitate to sever your connection with Zixiao Palace and the Primordial World, and pretended to be a member of the Witch Clan to fight. But because of this, you also lost access to information about Zixiao Palace. The restrictions on Zixiao Palace were broken, and he released me, but you would not know it."

"You...it's impossible! Even if I'm no longer in Zixiao Palace, you still can't! You've been imprisoned for ten thousand years, how much power do you have left? Unless he has great supernatural abilities, he can't break the restrictions I set up in Zixiao Palace!"

Luo Hou laughed loudly, his stomach aching from laughing. He clutched his stomach, a malicious sneer flashing in his eyes: "Indeed, there is someone, and hasn't this person been targeted by you for thousands of years?"

Tian Dao's heart skipped a beat, and he turned around abruptly, only to see a person walking towards him through the air.

He was a handsome young man.

His once fiery red clothes were now soaked in blood, turning a terrifying dark brown, and the golden flame embroidery had turned eerily black, exuding a sinister aura of death.

With each step forward, drops of blood dripped from his body.

The golden crown that held his hair back was completely broken, and his black hair danced wildly in the wind. He was expressionless, and his eyes, which were once colder than the stars, were now filled with deep, sinister hatred. The fiery mark between his brows had turned completely black, eerie and terrifying.

The sword that was once a red blade has turned into a strange blackish-purple flame, instead of being hot, it exudes a chilling, ghostly aura that makes people shudder!

Di Jun couldn't help but shiver, his heart pounding with fear: "This...this is my son?"

But even his greatest shock couldn't compare to the astonishment and fear that Heaven was experiencing at this moment!

The Heavenly Dao stumbled back a step in near panic, staring stiffly at the approaching youth, stammering as it spoke: "Golden Crow? Golden Crow?! Chen Yao—no, Liu Guang? No, are you the Ninth Prince Yin You, or Lu Ya?"

Xi said softly, "No, you're wrong. I am Chen Yao, I am also Liu Guang, I am also Tian Du, I am also Yin You, I am also Lu Ya... We are one person."

one person?

"What do you mean by 'one person'? Aren't there ten princes?"

"Wasn't the Crown Prince already shot down by Yi? How come he's still..."

"Look at this! The death aura around him is so thick, and it even exudes demonic energy—did he die and become a ghost cultivator, or did he fall into demonic possession?!"

A cacophony of voices rose from the crowd. Dijiang and Houtu instantly understood what was happening. They gasped and stared at Xihe, their hands trembling as they pointed at her: "You...you woman, you've gone mad! You've really gone mad!"

Looking at the boy again, he couldn't help but sigh with a complicated expression: "...There's someone even crazier here!"

Heavenly Dao suddenly realized: "One person—you are one person? So it turns out there are ten souls in one body! So back then, Heavenly divination was not wrong; you really are someone who can threaten me—"

But now that he was certain, he felt even more dazed and confused. Reality, fantasy, shock, disbelief... all these emotions were mixed together like jumbled fragments, making his head feel like it was going to explode.

"Back then, it was Xihe who deceived me! It was Xihe! She made me believe there were really ten of you, which is why I kindly spared your life. You tricked me!!! You damned bastard! But—didn't you die at Houyi's hands?"