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Since that day, I have been curled up in the corner of my cell, staring at the Bioluminescent Jellyfish gliding outside the dome.
The tentacles of the Bioluminescent Jellyfish brushed against the glassy ceiling, casting flowing star-like patterns on the stone walls.
Their ethereal blue glow projected onto the stone seemed to overlap with the Star Map of the Witch Clan altar in my memory.
Suddenly, the dark iron chain on my wrist trembled slightly.
Images flashed through my mind.
Cang Ming crouched by the altar, gently wiping the Astrolabe with a Jiao Xiao for me.
At that time, his silver hair was unbound, and the tips fell onto my hand like a tickling little fish.
"Sister, will the Dragon Soul really drive me mad?"
He pointed to the dark patterns beginning to appear on his back, his eyes clear as shallow sea water.
I dared not tell him that according to ancient texts of the Witch Clan, hosts of the Dragon Soul ultimately became demons who slaughtered their own kin...
The memories shattered like waves crashing against rocks.
I suddenly clutched my head, feeling the cursed chain sear my flesh black—this was the prison mark branded by Cang Ming himself.
He said that the Witch Clan, in order to control the Jiao Ren Clan, extracted his Dragon Soul to forge puppets,
and I was the last sacrifice capable of breaking the seal.
The iron chains dragged along the ground with a piercing sound as I was pulled through the dim corridor by two Jiao Ren Guards.
At the end of the corridor stood a heavy stone door. When it swung open, I was met with walls lined with Skeletons.
Eighty-eight corpses of the Witch Clan hung on the wall, each with a piece of Jiaoren Reverse Scale embedded in their chests.
The scales shimmered with a ghostly blue light, like countless eyes watching me from the darkness.
The beaded curtain rustled softly as Xi Yue entered, holding a medicinal cup.
Her moon-white robes brushed against my knees, and the aquamarine crystal chain on her wrist jingled lightly. "Has Your Majesty been increasingly restless lately?"
"This medicine can temporarily delay the curse's onset." Xi Yue handed the cup to Cang Ming, her fingertips seemingly brushing against his hand unintentionally.
"However, the ingredients are rare and require the heart's blood of a living person as a guide..."
Cang Ming took the cup and drank it in one gulp. As he swallowed, dark web-like patterns erupted on his neck.
The iron chains clanked loudly as Cang Ming seized my throat and pressed me against the stone wall, his eyes glowing with an abnormal crimson hue.
I stared at the dark red residue at the bottom of the cup; the stench of Corrupted Bone Flower stung my nostrils—I remembered now, this was the poison used in the Witch Clan's forbidden techniques to control puppets. Xi Yue had ulterior motives after all.
"Don't drink it!" I struggled against the chains. "She's using Corrupted Bone Flower to corrode your Xin Mai!"
He looked even weaker than before, breathing heavily, his face pale. "Do you think this king would trust the remnants of the Witch Clan?"
A sickly sweetness surged in my throat as I fixated on the dark red residue at the bottom of the cup. Suddenly, I reached out to dip my finger in and licked it.
The stench of Corrupted Bone Flower exploded on my tongue, like thousands of poisoned needles piercing my throat.
I staggered and leaned against the stone wall, hazily seeing Xi Yue from a hundred years ago—
She knelt outside the Witch Clan's apothecary, her forehead bloodied from bowing, begging me to teach her the forbidden technique to reverse life and death.
"I want to save my sister..." she held a shattered Jiao Ren in her hands, trembling as she cried.
At that moment, my heart softened against my better judgment, unaware that she had already carved out my sister's heart, all to forge the Jade Pearl capable of altering memories.
Cang Ming's labored breaths pulled me back to reality; the sealing patterns on his back were seeping golden-red droplets of blood, a sign that the Dragon Soul was being corrupted.
"The seal on the Dragon Soul was not a curse..." I pressed down on his bulging veins as memories surged forth. "It was you who said that if you lost control, I should kill you. That’s why I used the Witch Clan's forbidden technique to split the Dragon Soul in two—half of it sealed within you, and the other half bound to the altar with the Jade Pearl."
The Coral Pillar collapsed with a thunderous crash, and Xi Yue's voice pierced through the waves: "Lord Xing Yao truly hasn't lost her memory."
She tore away her gentle facade, revealing burn marks on her wrists that were as grotesque as a centipede—those were the backlash injuries from practicing the Witch Clan's forbidden arts.
I hazily recalled the bloody night a hundred years ago:
The orphan girl I had saved from the altar had manipulated Cang Ming to slaughter the Witch Clan.
"Do you think he is still that pain-averse Jiao Ren boy from back then?" Xi Yue's fingertips coalesced into an icy blade. "He is now a blood-drinking king, while you... are merely a captive sacrifice."
Before her words could settle, Cang Ming's claws had already pierced through her shoulder.
Blood mist erupted in the seawater, and I saw a phantom of the Dragon Horn emerge from his silver hair—the half-soul catalyzed by the Corrupted Bone Flower was consuming his sanity.
"Xing Yao." His bloodied fingertips brushed against my heart, his voice hoarse like gravel grinding against steel. "Are you ready? I am going to carve out your heart..."
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