Chapter 13: The Blood Oath of Guizang

Scene 1: Fury of the Womb

The bronze pillars of Luoyang's Mingtang crypt trembled violently as crimson arcs erupted from the red-clad woman's pregnant belly. Her fingers traced the spacetime vortex distorting her abdomen, while seven hundred bronze mirrors displayed Wang Zhen's mutilated form—his shaved scalp glistening, crooked vermillion eyebrows smeared like willow leaves, Dior 999 lipstick smudged into a bloody grin. Most grotesque was his instep's Nine Palaces tattoo: nano-magnetic particles spelled "Long Live the Guizang Empress" in Oracle Bone script through festering flesh, each character oozing mercury-laced pus.

"SHEN! QING! HUAN!" The woman shattered a mirror with her palm. The Yellow River and Huangpu River phantoms on her belly reversed course. Ripping open her robes, she revealed a new "Tengshe Devours the Sun" hexagram. "I'll scatter your soul to the winds!"

Wu Zhou-era terracotta soldiers lining the crypt walls snapped open their eyes, ancient mòdāo blades morphing into submachine guns. The woman bit her fingertip, painting an inverted Nine Palaces array on her luopan. Seven hundred modern corpses crawled through spacetime rifts—each forehead plastered with Shen Qinghuan's photo.

Scene 2: Human Messenger

When rancid wind flooded the crypt, the red-clad woman mistook it for her corpse army's arrival—until the mangled thing crawled to her feet. Wang Zhen's vocal cords had been replaced with a synthesizer, his mechanical whine echoing: "Mistress... Shen sends a message..."

His eyelids were stitched with rhinestones, Shen's DNA earrings dangling from lobes, a micro-projector implanted in his carotid artery. As the woman kicked his chest, a hologram played: Shen Qinghuan healed Lin Yuan in a Lujiazui skyscraper clinic, nanobots flowing like galaxies into the girl's festering tattoo.

"Well, Shijie? Enjoy my gift?" Shen suddenly turned to the camera, holding the neural chip extracted from Wang's spine. "You've time-leaped forty-nine times to 'fix' history, yet forgot Hàn Lóng Jīng's third volume—"

Behind her, Su Que lifted her hospital gown—a new Guizang hexagram tattoo devoured the red-clad woman's dragon veins!

Scene 3: Illusionary Execution

The woman slashed the projection with her sword, only to see Wang's skin crack. Shen had tattooed self-destruct codes in magnetic ink beneath his dermis—now activated by rage.

The "Long Live the Guizang Empress" tattoo morphed into a QR code. Scanning it streamed a dark web broadcast: six-year-old Shen蜷缩 in a Zhabei wardrobe while the red-clad woman shoved the Hàn Lóng Jīng into a vent. Chatlogs flooded: "Historical Reviser #40 FAILED!"

"Impossible..." The woman staggered back as her belly's spacetime vortex rebelled. Seven hundred corpse soldiers turned their guns, Shen's photos on their foreheads combusting into flame talismans. Wang's synthesizer issued a final decree: "Every history you altered, Shijie, forged my imperial mandate."

Scene 4: Blood Array Backlash

Roaring, the woman activated her ultimate kill array, slotting EMP wuzhu coins into the bronze taotie's eye. The crypt folded through spacetime—Tang arrows clashed with modern bullets across rifts.

"Mistress, behind you!" A corpse soldier took a gilded arrow meant for her—Chen Guodong, somehow resurrected. Nanobots repaired his foot's charred Pojun star.

The woman froze. Chen tore open his chest, revealing a mechanical heart's core code—her own control program rewritten in Oracle Bone script: "Tengshe Betrays Master. Great Calamity."

As the crypt collapsed, Shen's hologram emerged from the spacetime vortex. Her lightning-struck jujube hairpin gleamed with shards of the woman's dragon veins: "Behold, Shijie—'Purple Forbidden Reversal!'"

Scene 5: Golden Hairpin's Seal

Starlight erupted from the hairpin, nailing the woman to a bronze pillar. Her belly's vortex peeled away, exposing a fetus—half-machine, half-flesh, its neck barcode reading "Celestial Bureau Clone #703."

"When... did you..." The woman vomited black blood streaked with microchips.

Shen picked up her dropped gilded phone, changing the lock screen to their six-year-old selves. "When you slipped nano-magnetic powder into my father's Hàn Lóng Jīng on your 38th leap."

She drove the hairpin three inches below the woman's navel. Dragon veins drained into the pin like bloody rivers. Luoyang and Shanghai's phantoms collided midair, exploding into a luminous prophecy:

"When sun and moon share the sky, one must die."