Yang Zhi lay on the lotus platform, looking somewhat pained. The veins on his hands and feet had been cut open, and the blood on his body had stained the lotus platform red, making it look exceptionally alluring.

He looked at the abbot and Xing Tong standing to the side with indifferent eyes, and felt a sense of betrayal in his heart.

He never imagined that the servant who had followed him for so many years, and the master who had taken care of him for so many years, were actually there to spy on him.

Donghuang Taiyi looked at the expression on Yang Zhi's face as if he were admiring a work of art.

His expression was somewhat perverse, making the surrounding monks unable to bear looking at him.

"You know what? You are the most perfect thing I have ever done in my life. I am always watching you."

“When you went to see Li Chang’an that day, I was so scared. I was afraid he would kill you. I would be heartbroken if you died.”

"In this world, only I can kill you. You were born from my hands, and you should perish in my hands. Only in this way can it be called perfect."

Do you know why your name is Yang Zhi?

"Yang Zhi is my name. Before I became a disciple of the Yin Yang School, I was called Yang Zhi."

"Later I thought, I've given you my body, so I should give you my name too, so I named you Yang Zhi."

“I’ve always been watching you, when you were little, when you got married, when you were in your wedding night, and this feeling fascinates me.”

"I feel like I'm seeing another life of mine."

When Donghuang Taiyi spoke of deep affection, he couldn't help but stick out his tongue and let it wander over Yang Zhi's body. His tongue was a little different; it was like a snake, not only forked but also raw and covered with barbs.

Wherever the tongue roamed, it left a bloody trail.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die, because you are a shared memory between me and my senior brother. How could I bear to let you die?"

"I will seal your consciousness inside this body, then dry it and place it in the well you loved to hide in when you were a child."

“Whenever I miss my senior brother, I will go to see you. Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid.”

Yang Zhi turned his head with difficulty to avoid Donghuang Taiyi's tongue. He really couldn't stand being French kissed by a man.

In particular, people in ancient times didn't brush their teeth much, so their mouths always had a musty, fermented smell.

With such a tongue inserted into his mouth, Yang Zhi felt he would rather die.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Donghuang Taiyi turned his head around and said, "Why? Why are you even avoiding me? You coward."

After saying that, he kissed Yang Zhi fiercely, his tongue passing through Yang Zhi's throat and coming out of Yang Zhi's nostrils.

When Abbot Yuanzhen of Shaolin Temple saw this scene, he couldn't help but lower his head.

The Yin-Yang School is renowned for its array formations, but few people know that most of the demonic sect's techniques originated from the Yin-Yang School.

Techniques like the Sunflower Manual, the Great Demon Heart-Destroying Palm, the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual, the Soul-Shifting Technique, and the Bone-Melting Palm were all passed down from the Yin-Yang School.

The leader of the Divine Dragon Sect, who is also the Eternal Mother of the White Lotus Sect, is the senior brother of Donghuang Taiyi.

Yang Zhi was the creation of these two fellow disciples.

The dragon vein consists of two indispensable parts: the dragon's body and the dragon's soul.

After Yuan Tiangang failed to transform into a dragon, he abandoned the unfinished dragon and let it struggle and die at the foot of Jingshan Mountain.

What he looks down on is seen by others as a rare and precious opportunity.

When the Yin-Yang School and the Mohist School found this dragon, its body was already rotten and its soul had possessed Chen Youliang.

Later, the Buddhists discovered this dragon vein. In order to seize the dragon vein from the Yin-Yang School and the Mohist School, they secretly kidnapped Chen Youliang's family and then prepared to threaten the Mohist School and the Yin-Yang School.

As it turned out, Chen Youliang, that fool, had no intention of saving anyone; instead, he led his men to fight the Buddhist sect to the death.

In the midst of the chaos, Chen Youliang met a violent end, and the dragon soul departed from his body, about to dissipate into the world.

In order to preserve the dragon soul, the Eternal Mother transferred it to her junior brother, preparing to merge the dragon soul with Donghuang Taiyi to hatch this divine dragon.

As a result, when Donghuang Taiyi was practicing the Soul Transfer Technique, he went into a state of demonic possession and was unable to suppress the existence of the dragon soul.

The Eternal Mother couldn't bear to part with the Dragon Soul, so she forcibly removed her junior brother from her body, allowing the Dragon Soul to usurp the throne.

Because of this incident, the two brothers became enemies. In the end, Wusheng Laomu withdrew from the Yin-Yang School for the sake of a woman, and Donghuang Taiyi took over as the head of the Yin-Yang School.

As more and more blood flowed from Yang Zhi's body, his consciousness began to blur.

His life flashed before my eyes, from the time I can remember until now.

As his last heartbeat ceased, a phantom starlight appeared on Yang Zhi's body.

Donghuang Taiyi reached out, grasped the ball of starlight, and placed it on his chest.

"Senior brother, did you see that? I've done everything you didn't finish back then."

"I don't hate you anymore, please come back, senior brother!"

Donghuang Taiyi looked down at the starlight and murmured to himself, "Senior brother, didn't you promise to protect me for the rest of my life? Why, why did you abandon me for a woman?"

His expression was somewhat deranged. He held the Dragon Soul in his hand and waved it around incessantly, which made Yuanzhen tremble with fear, lest this Yin-Yang Clan Head accidentally crush the Dragon Soul.

Fortunately, after venting his anger, Donghuang Taiyi calmed down. He put his hands together, placed the dragon soul in his palms, and then began to perform hand seals.

As he moved, the dragon soul began to grow larger, transforming from a palm-sized ball of starlight into a law-bound dragon circling in the air. However, the dragon appeared somewhat numb, as if it had lost consciousness.

"go!"

With a wave of his hands, Donghuang Taiyi sent the dragon soul toward the dragon's body, and the two eventually merged into one.

The moment the dragon soul and the dragon body merged, the starlight on the dragon's body suddenly surged, turning into a pillar of light that reached the sky, and a dragon's roar resounded throughout the entire world.

Li Chang'an sat on the roof of Fenghe Tower, looking at the dark clouds in the sky, and shouted to the monks downstairs: "It's thundering, it's raining, go home and bring in the laundry."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a dragon's roar was heard, followed by a beam of light that pierced through the clouds.

As the dragon's roar resounded, a vortex appeared above Jingshan, and a powerful suction force emanated from it, as if it wanted to swallow the entire Jingshan into the vortex.