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Under the phoenix crown, her beauty was enhanced by the delicate makeup, and a faint smile lingered at the corners of her lips, leaving one to wonder whether it was genuine or sarcastic. With a tall and graceful figure, she approached with determined steps, stopping only when she was right in front of me.
With a gentle bow, she lowered herself and said, "I pay my respects to the King."
The voice was identical to another's, and I stared in astonishment, my eyes wide. However, seeing the man remain indifferent as he looked on made me consider that this might be a disguise.
Yet, no matter how similar their appearances were, Jun Rui, as the King of the Underworld, possessed a stronger aura of souls than anyone else. How could he possibly be mistaken? Or was this all an intentional act?
As I pondered this, I found myself leaning more towards the latter.
But since Jun Chong had chosen this method, he must have been confident of victory. So I concealed my curiosity and quietly observed everything unfolding before me.
This place was indeed very cold. Standing to one side with my arms crossed, I struggled against the chill that enveloped me, feeling quite uncomfortable.
"Now that we are here, let us begin!"
The King of the Underworld wasted no time with unnecessary words and directly instructed the Ritual Officer to commence the ceremony. However, unlike other weddings, there were no rituals of worshipping heaven and earth; instead, he simply proclaimed his decree. Then he burned offerings at the altar and presented two cups—one for himself and one for Anxin. Throughout it all, they exchanged glances but showed no signs of joy typical of newlyweds.
The two cups were known as the Cup of Union. The white translucent crystal Linglong cups reflected the red liquid inside when illuminated by light. I noticed Anxin's brow slightly furrow as she touched the liquid in her cup, though it was barely noticeable and fleeting.
"Please drink from the Cup of Union, Your Majesty and Your Majesty's Consort."
Once they drank from the Cup of Union, the formalities would be complete, and they would become husband and wife.
"Wait a moment."
As Anxin prepared to drink, the King of the Underworld suddenly rose from his throne and strode toward her. She stood her ground, holding her wine cup, unfazed, while I watched in nervous anticipation.
The smile on the King’s face was deep, but there was no trace of mirth in his eyes. That familiar chill seeped into my bones, sending shivers down my spine. It felt as though he was right beside me, despite the distance between us.
My heart raced, and in the next moment, I saw a piece of paper appear in the King’s hand. He placed it before her with a slight smile.
“Since we are married now, this is no longer needed, wouldn’t you agree?”
When I realized what he held, I nearly bolted. That was the Underworld Marriage Agreement between me and Jun Chong, now engulfed in flames within his palm, reduced to ashes in an instant.
My heart tightened painfully, then loosened only to be pierced again. Jun Chong was a ghost, and I was human; our only proof of marriage was that agreement. With it burned away, we would have no ties left.
The King had once threatened me with that very document but had never destroyed it—he had given me a chance. Now that it was gone, he was signaling to us from behind the scenes that he knew our intentions. There would be only one opportunity to escape.
“Are you really so unmoved? Stunning indeed; you’ve learned this poorly. Anxin would go mad if she saw that paper burn.”
He cast a fleeting glance in my direction, his eyes filled with amusement. I bit my lip tightly, fists clenched so hard that my nails dug into my flesh, breaking skin and drawing blood without me feeling a thing.
If it weren’t for not wanting to ruin Jun Chong’s plan, I would have charged out without hesitation. But I couldn’t; no matter how difficult it was to endure, I had to hold on.
“Of course it has to be this way; otherwise, how could I get close to you?”
Before I could grasp what was happening, a pale hand pierced through the King’s body, an arm passing through his chest while gripping something fiery red.
“How did you obtain a real Phoenix Feather?”
The voice of Jun Chong echoed in the grand hall, and I blinked to see the bride falling backward onto the ground. Dressed in a bright red robe, Jun Chong's long black hair was styled high, adorned with a golden crown, and a light blue ribbon flowed down, swaying gently with the air currents. His handsome face showed no hint of guilt as he remarked to the Lord of the Abyss, "This doesn't seem like your style."
"But what about your style, my dear brother, Lord of the Abyss Jun Chong?"
The voice of the Lord of the Abyss came softly from behind me. In the next moment, I found myself caught in his grasp, unable to move. The man beside me merely frowned and stayed back, holding Junxin protectively, blocking the Lord's approach.
Before Jun Chong stood the Lord of the Abyss in a wedding dress, who suddenly transformed into a wisp of black mist and slowly drifted into Jun Rui's body beside me.
Jun Chong retracted his hand, revealing something feather-shaped in his palm; it must be the Phoenix Feather.
I choked back a breath, finally understanding that the chilling aura I had sensed upon entering was from him. I hadn't expected that the Lord of the Abyss would use a doppelgänger for marriage, so I hadn't realized he could be hiding so close to me.
Now I was uncertain about whether the man in white was good or bad. If he was indeed associated with the Lord of the Abyss, my child would be in danger. Yet he was Tian Yuan's master, and Jun Chong had never doubted him, which suggested he wasn't an enemy.
He seemed to sense my confusion and gave me a playful smile before continuing to tease the sleeping Junxin, completely unconcerned with what was happening around us as if it had nothing to do with him.
"Compared to my doppelgänger, you hiding within a soul is something I truly didn't notice at first!"
The Lord of the Abyss glanced at the woman lying on the ground. Her features began to revert to their original form, revealing an extraordinarily stunning face adorned with bridal makeup, making her even more beautiful. Yet at that moment, she lay lifeless on the ground, devoid of vitality.
"I must say I quite liked this stunning woman. It's such a pity for her to sacrifice herself so easily! Had she died by my hand, I could have offered her a chance for reincarnation. But you hiding within her Three Souls and Seven Spirits may fool me for now; however, the curse on you will surely cause her soul to scatter! The only one capable of enduring it might be Anxin!"
As his words fell, I watched as Stunning's complexion gradually darkened until she turned into dust and vanished completely—just like that.
Jun Chong frowned at what remained of Stunning's wedding dress and said nothing. Regardless of whether Stunning had consented or not, she had given everything. At this point, saying anything more would only serve as an excuse; silence felt more appropriate.
"Can't you handle this little bit?" The voice of the King of the Underworld came, laced with laughter. "Anxin, those who achieve great things must make sacrifices. The ones involved may not be related to you, or they might be the ones you can't bear to let go. But for the sake of upholding righteousness, some things must be ruthlessly abandoned."
"When the greater good cannot protect the lesser good, I will make my choice."
I remembered saying those words, which is why I made that decision back then. Yet, watching others suffer and die always made my heart ache. "It's true that you say this, but why must there be sacrifices? Aren't you brothers? Why can't you coexist peacefully? Why must it come to this?"
I looked at the two brothers in confusion, observing all the reapers in the Underworld Palace, my heart tightening with pain.
"Whether it's you or Jun Chong, everyone is striving to protect the Underworld. I may not know what grudges exist between you, nor do I understand your concerns. All I know is that this is your home, where you were born and raised. Every parent hopes their children can live in harmony and jointly protect this family, rather than resorting to mutual slaughter. Have you considered how your parents feel? Watching their children argue and cry before them, yet feeling powerless? Who can truly understand that kind of heartache?"
"What do you know! You're just being sentimental!" The King of the Underworld scoffed disdainfully, tightening his grip on my hand as a show of his anger. "Don't impose your ideals on us! You know nothing; stop spouting such nonsense!"
"Jun Rui, let him go!"
Seeing the King of the Underworld's murderous intent, Jun Chong stepped forward. The King of the Underworld tightened his grip around my neck with one hand, his sharp nails digging into my flesh. Pain surged through me, yet I felt I could still endure it.
"Jun Rui, perhaps I really am just being sentimental, but you're a father too. Is it necessary to threaten others by using your own child? Jun Jun may have been reincarnated, but she still carries the Demon Fetus Power and retains your and Su Yi's essence. She is your daughter; can you truly bear to let her die?"
"King, please spare Jun Jun." Lianchi stepped forward and knelt on one knee. "For this, I am willing to accept any punishment."
"Get lost! Jun Jun must die; Molin will die too. I won't let you have your way. Even if I give you Phoenix Feather, I will make sure you suffer for a lifetime."
The scar on his left eyebrow darkened with his rage, releasing more dark energy. I felt an increasing chill enveloping me, accompanied by piercing fear and trembling—a sensation so foreign yet instinctively compelling me to flee.
Even without turning to look deliberately, I knew the King of the Underworld's eyes had turned into something otherworldly. The pressure on my neck intensified as pain continued to assault me.
“Hellfire, Hellfire has erupted.”
At that moment, a Grim Reaper rushed in from outside, panic-stricken and forgetting to bow. He pointed outside, stammering, “Hellfire has come up from the underground.”
I had no idea what Hellfire was or why it terrified a Reaper so much. The Guardians around me also showed expressions of shock as they turned to look outside, but the King of the Underworld did not leave; they dared not move.
Only Lianchi reacted first, rushing outside without a second thought. “Jun Jun!”
His reaction startled me, and the King of the Underworld chuckled, explaining, “Hellfire is a flame hidden beneath the Underworld that can burn anything with substance. Due to its immense power, it has been forcefully suppressed for ages. The stone statue in front of the Underworld Palace is one of the seals for its entrance. I tied Jun Jun and Molin to it. How did you not see that when you came over? Even if you didn’t see it, Jun Chong would have noticed when he arrived, yet he chose not to save them. Is this the man you believe in?”
I stared wide-eyed at Jun Chong, hoping to find a denial in his expression, but he turned his head away instead, my heart suddenly aching sharply.
Could it be that he wanted to sacrifice Jun Jun and Molin too?
No, that couldn’t be.
He told me to trust him; even with doubts, I would still believe.
“No, I trust him.”
Jun Chong was taken aback, looking up at me with a complex expression that hid a hint of joy.
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