"Su Xuance, do you, the remnant of your sect, deserve to survive today?"
The Zhuxian sword light of the third-generation disciple of Chanjiao pierced the blood moon. The Jiejiao Taoist robe on his back had been chopped into pieces, and half of the "Wuji apricot flag" was still inserted in his chest - that was the blow from the elder of Chanjiao who had just been forced to save the old servant of Jiejiao.
He knelt in the ruins of Buzhou Mountain, his fingertips digging into the soil.
During the Jie Cult disaster a hundred years ago, Master said, "Abandoning a son can save Zhou Quan." However, Zhou Quan only allowed him to live like a wild dog in the wilderness, watching his classmates being skinned and hanging flags, and listening to the screams of his nephews when their spiritual roots were dug out.
"Ding - host life crisis detected, fishing system activated."
The hoarse mechanical sound exploded in the sea of consciousness, and Su Xuance's pupils shrank suddenly.
He looked at the "Fishing Spot on the Edge of the Sea of Chaos" on the system panel, bit the tip of his tongue and dripped the essence of the fishing rod into the void——
The next moment, the bronze fishing hook pierced the chaotic mist, the fishing line was stretched as straight as a string, and a rusty ancient clock was pulled out!
"This is... Chaos Clock?!"
The disciples of Chanjiao in the distance suddenly knelt on the ground, and even the elder holding the apricot-yellow flag trembled and kowtowed: "Holy, holy magic weapon!"
Su Xuance wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and raised his hand to hang the Chaos Clock above his head.
The moment the bell shattered the rain of swords that filled the sky, he looked in the direction of the ruins of the Eastern Jiejiao and smiled softly: "Back then, you abandoned me like a piece of grass. Today, I have fished out the greatest treasure of all time - the blood debt of the Jiejiao. It's time to settle the debt."
