Chapter 74

Using his sword as a brush, he drew a formation, then affixed Soul-Summoning Talismans painted in cinnabar around it. He lay down in its center and slit his wrist.

Blood streamed endlessly from his wrist, igniting the Body-Offering Formation. Intricate geometric patterns intertwined, forming a bridge between the realms of the living and the dead. Amid the clear ringing of bells, he called Ye Zhenzhen's name over and over, summoning her soul.

"Come back, Ye Zhenzhen!"

While poring over ancient Devil Race texts, Ye Qingchuan had once come across a forbidden art that allowed someone to offer their body to another. The moment he confirmed she was dead, he had resolved to give his life to her, to let her live on in his body.

He loved her so much that he could not bear the pain of losing her. But she probably did not love him quite as much. Without him, she could still live happily, carrying on for them both.

At that thought, his gaze grew resolute and tender, as though he could see her far away through the talismans.

"Ye Qingchuan, you fucking idiot! What the hell are you doing?" Watching the mad, grotesque scene before her, Ye Zhenzhen's divine soul was so frantic that she wanted to leap out of her body and slap some sense into him. Her soul was right here; no amount of summoning would help. Besides, she was already dead. How could he defy the Heavenly Dao and attempt something so contrary to heaven's will?

He must have gone mad again!

Yet he remained lost in his sacrifice for her. Blood had soaked more than half his body, and his already pale face had turned a ghostly white. His once-beautiful Auspicious Phoenix Eyes could barely stay open. The blood in his body