In the evening, the sun gradually sets in the west. The afterglow of the setting sun shines down, painting the earth with a layer of beautiful dim yellow.
However, within the Zhaoyang Imperial Palace, within the gardens of Imperial Noble Consort Shangguan Yuechan's bedroom, a chilling and eerie atmosphere permeated. Ran Qiyue stood quietly before an incense table laden with tributes, his figure casting a mysterious and eerie light in the afterglow of the setting sun.
The candlelight on the incense table flickered, emitting a faint glow that illuminated the surrounding offerings. These offerings were neatly arranged and exuded an alluring fragrance, but this fragrance was incompatible with the beautiful surrounding scenery. The entire garden was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere, as if shrouded in darkness.
Ran Qiyue was clad in a long black robe, its wide sleeves fluttering in the wind, making him appear even more mysterious. His face was hidden in the shadow of the robe, only his eyes flashed with an icy coldness that sent a chill down his spine. At that moment, he was waving his hands and muttering to himself, reciting a series of obscure incantations.
As Ran Qiyue moved, his black robe began to rustle without wind, as if it were driven by some force. His eyes grew increasingly cold, revealing an indescribable evil aura.
The garden was completely silent, with only Ran Qiyue's deep voice echoing through the air. He had chosen this place to perform his ritual, specifically to capture the spirit of Nalan Qingcheng, the princess of Laifeng Kingdom, who resided in the adjacent side hall.
On the surface, Ran Qiyue's explanation to Su Mutianjun was that she was refining a soul pill; however, in reality, Ran Qiyue's true purpose was to force the Chosen Girl's soul away, seize her body, and then replace her. After all, compared to arduous cultivation, this was the best shortcut, saving countless detours...
As Ran Qiyue cast her spell, a sinister aura gradually permeated the air. The wind rustled the leaves, as if disturbed by the sinister power of the Zhaoyang State Master. The entire scene was filled with mystery and fear, leaving one's hair standing on end.
Of course, this did not include Zhaoyang's Emperor, Su Mutianjun. At this moment, Su Mutianjun was standing quietly by the side, observing Ran Qiyue's every move intently, his eyes gleaming with excitement, as if he was afraid to miss every detail of the captivating scene.
However, what shocked Ran Qiyue was that he could clearly sense the presence of the Chosen One. In order to successfully absorb her soul, he even sacrificed his precious Yang Essence and used a secret technique. However, the result was completely beyond Ran Qiyue's expectations; he did not absorb Nalan Qingcheng's soul as he had expected.
Ran Qiyue's face was filled with shock and confusion, as if he couldn't understand why such a situation had occurred. He had thought his approach was foolproof, but he had failed at the crucial moment.
Unconvinced, Ran Qiyue's eyes revealed a deep resentment. He decided to cast his spell once more, attempting to capture the soul of the Chosen One. He waved his hands once more, muttering something. However, despite his best efforts, Ran Qiyue still failed.
What's going on?
Suddenly, Ran Qiyue felt a powerful force coming back at him. This force was like a surging wave, with an overwhelming momentum, fiercely impacting his body.
Ran Qiyue's face instantly turned pale. Suddenly, he felt a sweet, fishy taste in his throat. Then, with a "puff," Ran Qiyue suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood sprayed into the air, forming a bloody mist that looked incredibly creepy.
Ran Qiyue covered his heart with his hands, his body trembling slightly, and he involuntarily took a few steps back. His eyes were filled with astonishment and disbelief, as if he was confused and terrified by this inexplicably powerful force.
As he spat out blood, Ran Qiyue's breath grew weaker. His body swayed slightly, as if he could collapse at any moment. However, Ran Qiyue, unwilling to fail at the last moment, still burned with resentment. Having come this far, he was unwilling to give up easily.
Ran Qiyue gritted his teeth, enduring the pain in his body as he tried to resist this powerful force. He took a deep breath and adjusted his breathing, preparing to cast another spell to absorb Nalan Qingcheng's soul.
At this time, it was dark and palace lanterns were lit in the garden.
Suddenly, a loud thunderclap echoed from the sky, and a flash of lightning streaked across the night sky. Ran Qiyue's face turned even paler, and he felt an invisible pressure enveloping him.
"Bang", there was a loud noise, and the altar in front of Ran Qiyue suddenly shattered.
"My dear Ran, what's going on?" Su Mutianjun, who had been watching silently from the side, could no longer remain calm, and there was a hint of fear in his voice.
Ran Qiyue gritted her teeth and said angrily, "Your Majesty, I'm afraid there is a master secretly protecting Nalan Qingcheng. We must be careful."
"Hehe..." In a corner invisible to mortals, a black figure suddenly sneered with disdain.
Qianye's eyes were cold, and he looked at Ran Qiyue gritting her teeth as if she were a clown, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.
This human was truly overestimating his own abilities, actually attempting to break the protective barrier that he, the dignified Dark God King, had placed on Hua Qingcheng. If it weren't for the laws of heaven and earth that forbade the arbitrary killing of mortals, Qianye would have simply crushed this fellow to death with a single kick. Whether it was the sanction of human law or the cycle of heaven, he felt that such punishment was too slow and too lenient, like boiling a frog in warm water, leaving him with little satisfaction...
"Brother Li, look, that Ran Zamao is vomiting blood!"
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