Lin Mo's pupils transformed completely into beast-like vertical slits, the whites of his eyes stained crimson with blood. The Beast Pearl in his dantian spun wildly, tearing apart the blood-soaked memories of twelve years ago into fragments, each piece becoming a blade that sliced through his consciousness.

  Above the Qingyun Sect, the massive herd of beasts suddenly froze. The fiery crow's wings were frozen in the moment of flapping, and the white tiger's claws hovered just inches from the elder's throat; even the wind ceased to flow.

  "Your mother is named Qing Li." Xiao Han's voice penetrated the frozen time and space. The scroll in his hand unfurled without wind, revealing a woman holding a baby amidst the sea of clouds, her jade pendant identical to the one around Lin Mo's neck. "Twelve years ago, the Seventh Elder conspired to usurp the throne, not to take the jade pendant, but for..."

  "Boom!"

  The thunderous roar of beasts interrupted his words. The stationary herd suddenly changed direction, countless spirit beasts rushing towards the forbidden area of the back mountain. Their eyes reflected the same scene—a blood-colored altar with three bronze coffins oozing black mist.

  Lin Mo advanced through the tide of beasts, each step causing lotus-shaped golden patterns to bloom in the air. As he approached the barrier of the forbidden area, the jade pendant in his arms suddenly shot out, cracking the barrier like spiderwebs.

  "Mo'er!" The ethereal figure of Qing Zhu emerged from the jade pendant. "Look closely at the inscriptions on the coffins!"

  Lin Mo's eyes glowed with golden light as the twisted inscriptions reorganized in his vision, revealing the sealing spell recorded in the Beast Pearl. The three coffins were not burial vessels but rather the limbs sealing the ancient fierce beast "Chaos"!

  "So that's it..." He bit his tongue, drawing blood that painted three layers of seals in the air. Just as the last rune took shape, a giant claw covered in scales erupted from the coffin, shattering the seals.

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  The whisper of Chaos echoed in everyone's minds: "Back then, Qing Li was the lock; today, her son's blood is just right..."

  Before the words finished, Lin Mo let out a roar that was anything but human. His spine burst through flesh, sprouting crystalline bone wings; claws three feet long extended from his fingertips, effortlessly slicing through space. At that moment, the Beast Pearl completely fused with him!

  "What my mother sealed, I will destroy!"

  With a flap of his bone wings, Lin Mo turned into a streak of light, crashing into the chaotic black mist. At the moment of impact, the entire Qingyun Mountain shook violently. The onlookers were horrified to see the silhouettes of ancient giant beasts flashing within the black mist: a dragon-headed, turtle-bodied beast spitting weak water, and a nine-headed serpent stirring up toxic miasma. Yet all of their attacks were absorbed by the bone wings on Lin Mo's back.

  "This is... the wings of Taotie?" Qing Zhu's voice trembled. "He can actually awaken the ancestral bloodline!"

  As the last wisp of black mist was devoured by the bone wings, Chaos let out a reluctant roar: "Do you think it's over? The Tianji Pavilion has long since..."

  Lin Mo’s claws pierced its core, and Chaos's remnant body exploded into countless sparks. Where the sparks fell, the ground revealed a crisscrossing network of ravines—an array covering the entire continent!

  "The Heavenly Refinement Array." Xiao Han crushed the jade slip in his hand. "No wonder so many talents from various sects have fallen over the years; it turns out the Tianji Pavilion wants to use the entire cultivation world as a sacrifice."

  Lin Mo fell from the sky, his bone wings shattering piece by piece. Before his consciousness faded, he saw Su Wan'er rushing over to catch him, her tears falling on his forehead, temporarily suppressing the raging beast within.

  "Look at his hand!" a disciple exclaimed.

  On the back of Lin Mo's right hand, a blood-colored totem emerged, matching the inscriptions on the coffin perfectly. Qing Zhu's ethereal figure suddenly solidified, trembling as she touched the totem: "This is the blood pact created by Qing Li; she must have known long ago..."

  Suddenly, a horn sounded in the distance, dark dots appearing densely in the sky. At the forefront, a dark warship, where an elderly man in purple robes laughed maniacally, shaking the clouds: "Thank you, young friend, for helping my sect break the seal of Chaos. This great gift will be accepted by the Tianji Pavilion!"