My senior brother said he loved me, but what he was holding in his arms was my soul lamp that had been dug out. Shen Yao swallowed his soul to replenish his pulse, but after awakening to the ancient god's bloodline, he discovered that he was just Yun Qiwu's living nourishment. And she, with her speechless body, was bearing the pain of being bitten by thousands of souls for him. Mo Linyuan weaves a thousand-year soul lamp array in the name of benevolence; Yin Zhuo uses the flame of resentment as a blade to tear open the memory seal; Qi Wujiu's blood book reveals that every soul light is her cry. When the soul lamp goes out, who is the real sacrifice?
