On the blade of the Ni Lin Blade, black blood dripped slowly like thick ink, staining the riverbed under his feet with a strange dark color. Every drop of blood that fell seemed to carry the curse of the other world, emitting a pungent and rancid smell. Lin Feng's face was solemn, his brows were furrowed, and he had just escaped from the nightmare of the other world, but his thoughts were disrupted by the sudden tremor of the ground under his feet. The gravel on the riverbed seemed to be controlled by a pair of invisible giant hands, leaving the ground one after another, dancing in disorder in the air, gradually gathering and blending, condensing into a series of illusory and realistic pictures, like a memory sealed by time, suddenly unfolding slowly in front of his eyes.

  In the floating picture, Lin Feng saw his past life. At that time, he was wearing a luxurious robe embroidered with gold threads, with an upright posture but a bit of flattery, kneeling respectfully in front of the majestic altar of Kunlun Ruins. The altar was built of huge black stones, and the surface of the stones was engraved with mysterious runes. The runes flashed with faint light, as if whispering an ancient and evil secret. Opposite, the white-haired head of Kunlun Ruins had a cold face and sharp eyes like a hawk. In his hand, he held a contract emitting a strange red light. In Lin Feng's previous life, he reached out his hand without hesitation, took the pen handed by the head, and solemnly signed his name on the contract. The words on the contract were twisted and winding, like living things, exactly the same as the blood contract that enslaved the dragon clan in the Yellow River ruins. Every character exuded a disgusting bloody smell.

  "Impossible." Lin Feng's voice trembled, with unspeakable fear and disbelief. He staggered back, his steps were flustered, and he accidentally knocked over a moss-carved stone tablet beside him. The stone tablet had been eroded by the years and was already shaky. At this moment, he knocked it down with a bang, stirring up a large amount of dust. In the diffuse dust, another picture was looming. It was Lin Wanqiu. She was dressed in red, but she was soaked in blood, like a sad and beautiful flower blooming in a pool of blood. The dragon horn was cruelly pierced by the dragon nail, and the blood flowed down the dragon horn and dripped on the cold ground. Even in such a desperate situation, her eyes were still firm. She used up her last bit of strength to throw a dragon scale emitting soft light to the world. In an instant, the words of the mirror spirit before the remnant soul dissipated, like a heavy hammer, echoing in his ears: "Some truths may never be revealed."

  At this moment, a sharp and piercing laugh came from the depths of the Netherworld Crack. The laugh was full of endless cunning and madness, as if the evil spirits from hell were wantonly laughing at the sufferings of the world. The laugh was mixed with the unique roar of the Nine Infants' residual soul. The voice was low and hoarse, with a tyrannical breath of destroying everything. Lin Feng clenched the reverse scale blade tightly, his knuckles turned white due to the force, and looked in the direction of the sound. In the crack, a huge vortex slowly emerged. The vortex was like a sleeping beast awakening, opening its mouth to swallow everything. Countless pale arms stretched out from the vortex, the arms were slender and twisted, and each palm had a strange single eye. The single eye flashed with a dark green light, and it scanned the air aimlessly, and the arms were waving wildly in the air, as if eagerly summoning something. In the center of the vortex, the fox demon's figure was looming. Under its claws, nine pieces of residual soul fragments shimmered with dim light, emitting a frightening aura. The fox demon embedded these fragments into the ground one by one. With the embedding of each fragment, the ground shook violently, and a bottomless ravine gradually cracked. The entrance to the Chaos Sea was slowly opening.

  "Lin Feng, do you think you can escape karma by changing your fate?" A cold voice came from under the blood moon, as if it had traveled through endless time and space, and reached Lin Feng's ears clearly. Lin Feng looked up and saw the figure of the head of Kunlunxu appear under the shadow of the blood moon. The head was wearing a black robe with a hood hanging down, which covered his face tightly, revealing only a pair of eyes flashing with cold light. "In your previous life, you allied with Kunlunxu in order to seek immortality, and signed a contract to enslave the dragon clan with your own hands. All this is nothing but a cycle of cause and effect." The head said, slowly raising his hand, palm up, and saw the runes on his palm flashing, and a powerful wave of mana spread out. With his movements, time and space seemed to be distorted by an invisible big hand, and the originally clear boundary between heaven and earth became blurred, and the past and present Bianjing slowly overlapped in the void. Lin Feng looked at the scene in front of him in shock. He saw himself in his previous life riding a tall horse, parading majestically on Zhuque Street, and people on both sides of the street knelt down to worship. But the current Bianjing was a ruin, with broken walls and ruins swaying in the wind, and the souls of the dead floating and wandering in the ruins, making waves of sad cries. The living and the dead passed by each other in the overlapping time and space, but they ignored each other, as if they were in two completely different worlds.

  Seeing this scene, Lin Feng's anger was like a raging fire, which was ignited in an instant, burning all his rationality. His eyes were red, and he let out an angry roar, raised the reverse scale blade high, and slashed at his past life in the illusion. The reverse scale blade was wrapped in his anger and unwillingness. The moment it split the space, there was a loud "boom" and a space-time rift suddenly appeared. In the rift, it was not fresh air that gushed out, but a thick black fog. In the black fog, there were countless people crying and shouting, the sound was shrill and desperate, as if it came from an endless abyss, telling of thousands of years of injustice and suffering. Lin Feng felt that his consciousness was torn apart by a pair of invisible big hands. Part of it was trapped in the river beach of the present world, feeling the collapse of the land under his feet and the surging of the Yellow River water; the other part was sucked into the rift, witnessing the cause and effect reincarnation for thousands of years, like a cruel historical picture scroll, slowly unfolding in front of him. He saw that in order to prevent the contract from taking effect, Lin Wanqiu resolutely chose to be sealed, and his resolute eyes showed his adherence to justice and deep affection for the dragon clan; the remnant soul of the mirror spirit was willing to sacrifice itself to protect the truth, and at the moment before it dissipated, its eyes were full of reluctance to leave him and responsibility for the mission; and each of his own reincarnations was nothing more than a chess piece carefully laid out by Kunlun Ruins to fulfill the contract, and he was ruthlessly manipulated on the chessboard of fate.

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  "It turns out that I am the source of all disasters." Lin Feng muttered to himself, his voice full of self-blame and regret. His legs softened and he knelt on the ground, with the scale blade deeply inserted into the soil. The moment the blade collided with the ground, the entire river beach began to collapse violently like a gunpowder barrel that had been detonated. The Yellow River water rushed in like a roaring dragon, stirring up thousands of waves. In the cracks of time and space, countless figures of "Lin Feng" flashed in different time and space. Some met Lin Wanqiu for the first time in Qingtian Village. At that time, he still had ignorance and innocence in his eyes; some signed a contract at the Kunlun Ruins altar, with a face full of desire and greed for immortality; some fought with the mirror image Lin Wanqiu in the other world, with determination and pain in their eyes. These pictures are like an invisible force, intertwined together, forming a huge and complex causal closed loop, trapping him tightly in it, unable to break free.

  The fox demon's laughter sounded again, this time, it was even crazier, as if a demon who was about to succeed was laughing wantonly. "The Chaos Sea is about to open, and the Nine Infants will return to the world! And you are just a poor creature who can't even control your own destiny!" As it spoke, the vortex at the entrance of the Chaos Sea expanded rapidly, so fast that it was hard to keep up. A huge one-eyed eye slowly opened from the vortex. The one-eyed eye was like a strange sun emitting a faint light, emitting a terrifying breath of destruction. Wherever this breath went, the space was distorted and deformed, and everything was trembling. Countless pale arms seemed to be pulled by a mysterious force, quickly gathered together, and formed a bridge connecting the Netherworld Crack and the Chaos Sea. The fox demon stood in the middle of the bridge, with a light figure but revealing evil. It held up the Nine Infants' residual soul, muttered something in its mouth, and was performing the final summoning ceremony. Every time it recited a spell, the Nine Infants' residual soul flashed a light, echoing with the breath of the Chaos Sea. The whole world was filled with a suffocating and oppressive atmosphere.

  The head of Kunlunxu stood aside, watching the chaotic situation with cold eyes, and a mocking sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, which was full of control and disdain for everything. "The chess pieces will eventually wake up, but the chess game has been set for thousands of years. Lin Feng, do you think that you can change your fate by cutting off your previous life? The chain of cause and effect can't be cut off by a knife?" After saying that, he quickly formed seals with his hands, chanted something, and cast a spell. With his movements, the space-time rift became more unstable, like glass about to break. Bianjing in different time and space began to collide with each other, and the collision generated huge energy fluctuations, like bombs exploding in the void. Wherever the energy fluctuations went, everything was destroyed, time and space were shattered, and everything was annihilated.

  Lin Feng knelt on the ground, looking at the chaotic and desperate scene in front of him, but an unprecedented determination surged in his heart. He slowly raised his head, and there was no more confusion and fear in his eyes, but determination and courage. He clenched the reverse scale blade, and the dragon image remaining on the blade felt his determination, and suddenly let out a thunderous roar, and glowed brightly again. He knew that now was not the time to indulge in the past and complain about himself. Even if everything is a cycle of cause and effect, even if he is a chess piece in the hands of Kunlun Ruins, he will never be willing to be manipulated by fate. He will use this reverse scale blade to break the shackles of fate and rewrite his life. "I don't care about cause and effect, or fate!" His voice was firm and powerful, echoing in the cracks of time and space, like a huge bell resounding through the world, "This time, I want to make my own choice!"

  As soon as the words fell, the Ni Lin Blade burst out with unprecedented powerful force, and the light illuminated the entire dark world. Lin Feng stood up, his figure was upright, like a towering mountain, unshakable. He waved the Ni Lin Blade and rushed towards the entrance of the Chaos Sea. Every step he took caused ripples in the cracks of time and space, and the ripples spread, like stones thrown into a calm lake, breaking the silence of time and space. His figure overlapped with his previous life, but he showed a completely different momentum. In his previous life, he bowed his head for immortality; now, for justice and freedom, he would fight against fate to the end. When the blade slashed at the fox demon and the remnant soul of the Nine Infants, the entire time and space seemed to be instantly solidified by a powerful force. All causes and effects intersected and collided at this moment, time seemed to stop, and space was distorted. Lin Feng only felt that a powerful force surrounded him tightly, this force contained both the pressure of fate and the hope of changing fate. He knew that this was a crucial battle to change his fate, and also the last chance to untie the thousand-year causal loop. He gritted his teeth, stared firmly ahead, the reverse scale blade in his hand flashing with cold light, ready to give the enemy a fatal blow at any time.