Chapter 9 — Christmas Fairy Tale at Ma Palace

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That word Chieu hung in the air, like a drop of frozen blood. I still don't know how to read. But as soon as it appeared, my mind felt a sharp pain like a fire. The mother immediately used her hand to cover my eyes. His father did not cover up. The person looked at that wooden spike, the dark rays in the bottom of his eyes gradually sank. It was not a look of extreme indignation. But the killing intent was aimed in the right direction. Thien Quan stood in front of the Celestial Clan people, his face pale to almost transparent. He moved his lips.

“I don't know.”

The royal father smiled faintly.

“Say it again.”

The army gritted its teeth.

"In the past, the Crown Prince was about to die, and the Heavenly Clan's physician said that only Tran Uyen Moc could keep his soul."

“That piece of wood was originally used to seal the crack in the heavenly gate, and was brought by the Demon Clan themselves after the war.”

“This gentleman only takes a small piece.”

The Demon Clan's shadow was so angry that the shadow expanded to a full circle.

“Farting.”

"Tran Uyen Moc is a treasure used to seal the rift, every inch is clearly determined, who allows you to remove it at will?"

Thien Quan said in a deep voice: "If you don't take it, the Crown Prince of the Celestial Clan will definitely die." The tip of his father's sword was stuck into the ground. The blade's energy shattered the black jade brick.

“So in order to save your son's life, you tore up the coffin of my daughter's past life.”

As soon as these words were spoken, all eyes in the palace turned to me. Past life. Coffin. I didn't understand, but I instinctively snuggled into my mother's embrace. The woman in the black peach burst into laughter.

“The devil said it wrong.”

“That is not a coffin from a past life.”

“That's the door's coffin.”

Her voice was light, but it made all the groups speechless.

“Ninety thousand years ago, you were afraid that the fire karma behind the door would burn down Thien Ha and Ma Yuan, so you chose a pure pregnancy and a contract to bury them together.”

“Take the pure fetus as the soul, take the fruit tree as the bones.”

“You guys named her Chieu.”

“Said that she would shine a light on both races.”

“But after the door closed, you sealed the coffin into the crack, and no one mentioned that she ever existed in this world.”

The Heavenly Clan's ancestor knelt to the ground, his forehead hitting the jade brick hard. His voice was hoarse and unable to make a sound.

“That is the sin of the previous generation.”

The woman in the black peach smiled blandly.

“The sins will not be blamed on the previous generation.”

“Sin will only find its way to the door.”

The little half-yellow, half-black seal between my eyebrows made my heart burn again. That wooden spike seemed to hear a call and suddenly flew towards us. His father swung his sword and slashed down. The light blade hit the wooden spike, but only missed it by half an inch. Thieu Dieu in the black well quickly raised his hand. The Kim Van on his wrist turned into a chain, tightly gripping the wooden thorn. He let out a choked groan, and blood-stained light emitted from his chest. I also cried in pain. The emperor immediately turned around.

“Don't touch it.”

Thie Dieu raised his eyes.

“He accepted me.”

“If you cut it, it won't cut it.”

The mother coldly spoke: "Then seal it." The person raised his hand, and the demon queen's blood flew out from his fingertips, turning into a dark red flower that was almost pitch black. The flower's shadow catches the thorn wood. The wooden spikes vibrated, and the word Chieu engraved on the surface oozed a ray of golden light. That golden light corresponds to my seal. A picture suddenly flashed before our eyes. Black peach forest. A pile of dry, white bones. A small hand poked out from the coffin, its fingertips clutching a cracked piece of board. There are people crying outside the coffin. Someone was laughing outside the coffin. Laughter and crying mixed together, all calling my name. A Chieu. I startled and opened my eyes wide. The main hall is still the main hall. Father and mother are both here. Thieu Dieu is still in the black well. But the woman in the black peach was no longer smiling. She looked at me, her eyes dark and cold like a deep well.

“Did you see it?”

I cling tightly to the hem of my mother's dress.

“It's dark.”

The mother pressed her cheek close to my face.

“Chieu Chieu, don't be afraid.”

I stretched out my hand and pointed towards that wooden thorn.

“Inside there.”

The royal father's eyes moved.

“What's inside there?”

I don't know how to express it. I just used a very small sound to say: "Crying." Dead silence enveloped the main hall in the blink of an eye. Thieu Dieu suddenly raised his head and looked straight at the Heavenly Clan's ancestor.

“Tran Uyen Moc is not an ordinary sealing object.”

"There's still a soul inside."

The face of the Heavenly Clan's ancestor changed drastically.

“No way.”

"That year, all Tran Uyen Moc in Thien Mon was verified, there was absolutely no remnant soul."

The woman in the black peach slowly smiled.

“Of course not.”

“Because the remnants of my soul have been divided into inch by inch by you all.”

Thien Quan's fingers trembled slightly. His father saw that scene. The person strode in front of Thien Quan.

“Who else has ever used Tran Uyen Moc?”

The army was silent and did not respond. But the water in the black well of Hell suddenly surged with violent waves. In the well water, each painting gradually appears. Next to the celestial gate crack, a white-clothed immortal is chopping wood. At the bottom of Dong Hai Divine Palace, someone used sawdust from wood to suppress the dragon veins. In the Northern Wilderness Snow Palace, someone buried wood shavings inside the sacred fetus. And in an anonymous metal temple, Tran Uyen Moc was crushed into fine powder and sprinkled inside an eternal lamp. Each scene is engraved with a single word. Chieu. Those words are like iron nails, cruelly hammered into my eyebrows. I can't cry anymore. Because it's too painful. His father finally couldn't control himself. The person grabbed Thien Quan's neck tightly, pressing his whole body against the black jade pillar.

“You heavenly clan, how many pieces did you disassemble this deity's daughter into?”

The Heavenly Clan's High Gods were about to move. The demon general's blade was close to their necks. Thien Quan's face turned pale, but he still gritted his teeth and uttered one sentence.

“Not my lord.”

“It's a former order in the Heavenly Clan's treasury.”

Killing intent billowed beneath the royal father's eyes.

“Who gave the order?”

The heavenly army looked towards the white-bearded ancestor kneeling on the ground. The white-bearded old man was shocked. He raised his head, his eyes filled with disbelief.

“No way.”

The woman in the black peach blossom smiled softly.

“Why is that not possible?”

“Ninety thousand years ago, handprint first approved the opening of the coffin for wood."

“It's yours.”