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Golden Tranquil.

But it was not Cheng Lin!

Song Shuhang knew Cheng Goudan all too well.

Although Cheng Goudan wasn’t like Chu Pavilion Lord’s Dumb Hair, Fairy Creation, or ＠＃％× Fairy, stuck on Song Shuhang, Cheng Goudan had always been one of Song Shuhang’s distant cheats and also a bridge between Song Shuhang and Father Goudan.

Therefore, even though this golden Cheng Lin looked almost exactly like Cheng Lin and had a very similar demeanor, Song Shuhang could tell at a glance that this Cheng Lin wasn’t that Cheng Lin.

Moreover, Song Shuhang was currently observing the mortal world through “Heavenly Dao’s Vision.”

Golden Tranquil stood calmly in front of the dragon tomb’s “crystal coffin,” her right hand gently pressed on the coffin, seemingly whispering something.

Above the dragon tomb, a silver-haired fairy with a scar on her back and a bald fairy stood side by side, seemingly watching the changes occurring within the dragon tomb.

Not far above the mysterious island, the resurrected Heavenly Emperor, wrapped in a sheet and barefoot in the vacuum, overlooked the mysterious island but did not attack right away, seeming to stand there observing.

In the vacuum not far from the mysterious island, the figure of a great lord shimmered in and out of visibility — the aura emanating from this great lord bore some resemblance to that of Senior Copper Trigram from the Nine Provinces Number One Group.

Further away, two figures were rapidly approaching.

One was Senior Golden Trigram, who had completed his agreement with Song Woodhead and others, and the 8.5 Heavenly Dao Ceremony had ended.

Now he was hurrying back to the mysterious island.

Next, he was waiting for Daozi to fulfill their agreement and concentrate all aspects of the “Heavenly Emperor’s Path” onto him, making Golden Trigram the unique, second-generation Heavenly Emperor of the myriad practitioners in the universe.

The other was Immortal Fairy White Bones who, for some unknown reason, felt a calling and accompanied Golden Trigram in rushing back to the mysterious island.

Song Shuhang swept a glance through “Heavenly Emperor’s View” over the location of the mysterious island before returning his gaze to Golden Tranquil and that bald fairy, focusing on them.

“I was thinking of delaying our meeting a bit longer… at least until all the crises in the outside world had ended,” Golden Tranquil said softly to the crystal coffin. “But now, it seems, I do not have much time left.”

However, the White Dragon Sister was not in the dragon tomb this time and showed no signs of returning—she was still accompanying Sixteen in overcoming tribulation.

Golden Tranquil showed a beautiful smile, and like the real Cheng Lin, she adjusted her slightly skew daoist cap with her hand.

Then, she approached the ‘bloodletting slot’ of the crystal coffin.

This time, the circle of ‘ancient bronze coffins’ around the crystal coffin remained still. The Bone Dragon Artifact Spirits within them quietly awaited.

Golden Tranquil stretched out her hand and gently pulled it through the vacuum.

A large sawtoothed blade materialized in her palm.

She gripped the sawtoothed blade and began to vigorously saw her own wrist area.

Sparks flew, the teeth of the blade and her skin creating a frenzied friction and bursts of dazzling sparks.

Even under Golden Tranquil’s control, the sound of the blade sawing against her wrist started to take on a rhythm similar to that of a cello—it was Offenbach’s “Jacqueline’s Tears.”

Song Shuhang: “…”

For some reason, this scene had a taunting flavor.

It felt as if Golden Tranquil was signaling to others: Hey, little brothers, are your defenses any good? Look at mine. Golden armor, sawing with a serrated blade, sparks flying everywhere, and yet not a scratch!

Sometime after the continuous sawing, Golden Tranquil’s wrist finally breached.

From her wrist flowed a golden blood, continuously pouring into the crystal coffin’s blood slot.

Upon seeing this scene, Song Shuhang couldn’t help but think about gripping his own wrist—if it had been him, after sawing for a while with a serrated blade, his wrist would probably detach itself from the elbow. But he wouldn’t have to worry about blood.

His Tyrannical Song self, even if cut into ten or eight pieces, wouldn’t drip a single drop of blood!

That was his advantage.

Within his field of view.

Golden Tranquil’s blood filled the groove and flowed around the crystal coffin along a channel, enveloping the entire coffin layer by layer.

Exactly like the scene where Song Shuhang had his blood fill the coffin.

Golden blood traced out a beautiful formation on the crystal coffin.

The crystal coffin resonated with the golden blood.

“Is the White Dragon finally going to resurrect?” Song Shuhang thought to himself.

But moments later… the resonating golden formation dimmed again.

Golden Tranquil: “???”

She widened her eyes, incredulously staring at the small white dragon in the crystal coffin.

This was completely beyond her expectations.

“Could it be that I didn’t let enough blood?” Golden Tranquil asked.

“No, fellow friend, the blood you let was already more than enough.” From the side, the skeletal flood dragon spirit popped out its little head and spoke.

“Then, which part of the ceremony went wrong?” Golden Tranquil asked again.

The bone dragon artifact spirit: “No, there were no issues with the ceremony from start to finish.”

“Then why hasn’t she resurrected yet?” Golden Tranquil said.

“Obviously.” The bone dragon artifact spirit replied, “You are not the person my master is waiting for.”

Golden Tranquil: “…”

The bone dragon artifact spirit: “…”

Song Shuhang: “…”

“Could it be a glitch in the procedure? Should I let more blood and try again?” Golden Tranquil said.

The bone dragon artifact spirit did not discount her kindness: “If you are willing, fellow friend, feel free to try as many times as you want.”

Golden Tranquil, not convinced, picked up the serrated knife and started cutting her own wrist again.

After a long while.

Golden fresh blood dripped out.

But just as the golden blood was about to drip, Golden Tranquil’s other hand swept over it, slicing through the golden elements in the blood.

The part of the blood that was golden was cut away and hovered beside her.

Then, blood with a hint of gold color fell into the groove.

The blood resonated with the crystal coffin once more!

“This time it should be settled.” Golden Tranquil patted the crystal coffin and said, “White Dragon sister, come out now, stop causing trouble. I really don’t have much time left.”

Squeak~Crack~

The crystal coffin vibrated intensely for a moment.

Then, it returned to calmness.

Golden Tranquil: “!!!”

“It failed again, fellow friend.” The bone dragon artifact spirit slowly said: “There’s no need to force it, you really are not the person my master is waiting for.”

Golden Tranquil: “…”

The atmosphere turned awkward.

In the void, even the Heavenly Emperor’s daughter couldn’t bear to watch.

The awkward atmosphere made her uneasy.

Therefore, she made her move.

“Future Sword – Live as long as the universe, shine as the sun and moon!” The Heavenly Emperor swept her sword across.

This sword, passing through ‘the present’, appeared right beside Golden Tranquil.

And coincidentally, Golden Tranquil instinctively dodged to the left.

Her evasion led her right into the path of the Heavenly Emperor’s sword light.

The sword light shaved off, removing the golden coating on Golden Tranquil’s skin, revealing an inner body as beautiful as glass gemstones.