At this time, the Fentian Palace was shrouded in blood mist, and the ice edges hanging down from the eaves reflected the red flames surging deep in the earth's veins. Ten-year-old Yun Jinxue ran wildly in the corridor with bare feet, the silver bells on her ankles making a tinny cry in the scorched air.
Mother--!
When she knocked open the door of the sacrificial hall, she saw Su Chen stabbing the ice blade into her heart. The blood flowed along the frost-patterned grooves and condensed into a strange blue fire spell on the altar. Forty-nine glass lamps in the main hall burst at the same time, and the debris reflected starlight in the mother's long silver hair.
Xueer remembers that living is more important than hating. Su Chen's blood-stained hand touched the center of her daughter's eyebrows, and the ice flame hairpin pierced the moment. Yun Jinxue's pupils reflected a horrifying scene - monks from the Twelve Cave Heavens broke in through the door and stepped on the corpses of their fellow disciples. The green lotus pattern on the leader's sleeves was flying in the sea of fire.
The earth's veins suddenly roared like wild beasts, and Yun Jinxue was thrown into the crack in the void by her mother. When she fell, she saw icy blue flames igniting all over Su Chen's body. The monks who had just been shouting to kill the devil were burned when they touched the fire, but there were still some who were grinning and piercing the chains through her mother's bones.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
