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Before her words could settle, the ground suddenly trembled. The blood-soaked crack began to widen, dark red liquid gushing forth. A strong metallic scent filled the air.
"Something's wrong!" Zhou Yue stepped back a few paces. "The thing underground is moving!"
Yang Su pulled out a copper coin and a jade pendant. The light from the two artifacts intertwined, barely illuminating a few meters around them. In the darkness, a slithering sound emerged, mingled with faint whispers.
"What are they saying?" Yang Su strained to listen.
Zhou Yue closed her eyes, concentrating: "It's... an ancient language. They are summoning something..."
Her expression suddenly changed. "No! They are summoning memories from the Bloodline!"
As soon as she spoke, her body began to tremble violently. A strange force surged from the depths of the earth, wrapping around her. Her eyes started to glow, but not with the previous blue light; instead, they shone with a deep purple hue.
"Zhou Yue!"
"Don't come closer!" she struggled to say. "I can control..."
But soon she could no longer speak. The blood, as if alive, crawled up her legs, tracing eerie patterns on her body. These were symbols older than the Bloodline of the witch, revealing a chilling truth.
Yang Su raised his artifact, trying to approach her, but an invisible force pushed him back. Zhou Yue was enveloped in a swirl of purple light, her entire form levitating. Her shadow twisted on the ground, gradually revealing an ancient shape.
It was a presence more terrifying than the White-Clad Witch.
"I see now..." Zhou Yue's voice became hollow. "I understand. The White-Clad Witch is merely a vessel; within her Bloodline lies an even older seed. And I have inherited this Bloodline..."
"No!" Yang Su raised his artifact high. "Don't let it control you!"
"It’s not controlling me," Zhou Yue replied. "On the contrary, I am controlling it. This power has always been a part of me; I just never knew..."
She slowly turned around. Moonlight poured in through the crack in the ground, illuminating her face. Mysterious flames danced in her eyes, and an inexplicable smile played at her lips.
"Yang Su, do you know what I have seen?" she whispered. "I have seen the truth—about this bell, about this village, about our Bloodline..."
"What truth?"
"It’s all a cycle," Zhou Yue said. "The White-Clad Witch is neither the first nor will she be the last. Every thirty years, someone awakens the power of the Bloodline. Some choose to suppress it; others choose to release it. But in the end, they all realize that this power can never be completely eradicated; it lies dormant in our blood, waiting for rebirth..."
She raised her hand, and the blood spiraled around her movements, forming a complex pattern in the air.
"Look, this is the original symbol," she said. "It records the true form of the Ancient Creature. They can traverse time and space and can parasitize within the Bloodline. The White-Clad Witch was also one of the chosen vessels, but she was too impatient and tried to forcibly awaken the power."
"So that’s why she failed?"
"Yes. True awakening requires a long time," Zhou Yue said. "And I have achieved a perfect state after three generations of Bloodline merging."
Her body began to undergo a transformation. An ancient aura emanated from within her, distorting the very air around them. The cracks in the ground widened, and more blood surged forth, as if responding to her power.
“Zhou Yue…” Yang Su tightened his grip on the artifact. “You can’t do this. This power is too dangerous.”
“Dangerous?” Zhou Yue laughed. “That depends on what you intend to do with it. I won’t use it for revenge like the White-Clad Witch. I want to find all those who have awakened and help them control their powers.”
She slowly descended from the air, extending her hand. “Come with me. I know you feel it too; there’s a Bloodline within you, though it’s still faint.”
Yang Su took a step back. “No, this isn’t right…”
“What’s wrong?” Zhou Yue’s gaze deepened. “This is our destiny. Those artifacts are merely temporary restraints; the true power lies within the Bloodline.”
She pointed at the cracks in the ground. “Listen, the bell still tolls; it has just changed. It is no longer a tool of suppression but a clarion call for awakening.”
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