Hongxia remained silent for a moment, her fingertips lightly brushing over the subtle cracks on the chess piece in her palm, cracks that seemed to mirror the unhealable wounds deep within her heart. She spoke in a low voice, her tone carrying a trace of helplessness and heaviness: "A thousand years ago, my sect, the Xingyuan Pavilion, hid deep within the shadows of Jiuming Peak." Her words were like frost sweeping across zither strings, icy and mournfully beautiful. "For generations, we guarded the entrance to the Abyss of Buried Gods. Until that fateful night, when a group of people split into several factions and arrived under the moonlight. They used seventy-two puppets crafted from cultivators to form the Dipper God-Slaying Formation. My master detonated his Nascent Soul and natal chess piece to buy me a three-breath window to escape. With his dying breath, master revealed to me that two supreme treasures capable of overturning heaven and earth are sealed here—the Hunyuan Creation Furnace and the Fate-Reversing Samsara Disk."
Hongxia paused, casting a complex gaze at Hu Yuan: "The Hunyuan Creation Furnace can reshape mortal flesh, while the Fate-Reversing Samsara Disk can reverse life and death... If you want to restore your companion, these two treasures are likely our only hope." With that, she suddenly raised her head, and a mountain breeze caught the corner of her blood-red veil, revealing a star-shaped birthmark starkly beneath her left eye.
"Immortal Hong," Xiao G…
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