Once upon a time, in a distant foreign land.

There was a small remote country.

In a family of this small country, there lived a brother and sister.

At the corners of their eyes, they both had blood tear marks.

In this small country, blood tear marks were considered inauspicious omens, symbols of disaster.

So, they were bullied from a young age.

Even their parents were powerless to help.

The prejudice in people's hearts is like a mountain, impossible to move no matter how hard one tries.

But even in such a cruel environment, the brother always protected his sister.

They were each other's only family.

Eventually, unable to bear the bullying and beatings anymore, the siblings fled from their family.

They wandered far and wide.

In foreign lands, the law of survival of the fittest and respect for the strong was vividly demonstrated.

It's hard to imagine how those siblings managed to survive.

Later, they were captured by an underground blood arena and became slaves.

The siblings were separated and each underwent brutal training.

Xuanyue was told that if she could win one hundred matches in the underground blood arena.

She would regain her freedom, have bargaining chips to make demands, and receive generous rewards.

From that day on, no matter how cruel the training, Xuanyue persevered.

Because she had one belief: to win one hundred matches, then take her brother and leave together.

She went through numerous battles. Each time on the blood arena, both combatants wore masks.

They were like wild beasts tearing at each other in cages, becoming entertainment and amusement.

Finally, after winning ninety-nine matches, Xuanyue faced her last battle.

If she could win this one, she would regain her freedom and leave with her brother.

She stepped onto the blood arena with only one thought: kill her opponent and win freedom to leave with her brother.

However, what surprised Xuanyue was.

Her hundredth opponent was much weaker than she had imagined.

When she plunged her dagger into that person's chest, she was overjoyed.

But that somewhat familiar cough made Xuanyue feel as if she had lost all sensation.

With trembling hands, she removed the mask from that person's face.

A familiar handsome face appeared before her eyes.

"Cough cough... Yue'er, you've become so strong, your brother can rest assured now..."

"From now on, you can... take care of yourself..."

Her hundredth opponent was her brother.

Her brother had yielded to her, not fighting back at all, which was why Xuanyue had so easily driven the dagger into his chest.

She had killed her own brother with her own hands!

Killed her only family!

Perhaps from that moment on.

Xuanyue's heart had already died.

She didn't know what she did after that.

Only that when she regained consciousness, everyone in the underground blood arena was dead.

All that remained were dismembered corpses everywhere.

Blood drowned her eyes and dyed her black hair red.

It made the blood tear mark at the corner of her eye appear even more bewitching.

"Poor child..."

A woman with a mask on her face and a seductive figure appeared.

"Would you like to join the Bi'an Organization? Perhaps there's a way to let your brother reincarnate." The woman proposed.

Later, Xuanyue joined the Bi'an Organization.

And became Zhuxian, the leader of the Thirteen Bandits.

The story is over.

After hearing this story, Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained calm.

He now understood why Xuanyue had such a strange reaction to him.

Obviously, she saw her brother's shadow in him.

This reminded Jun Xiaoyao of that masked woman again.

Bi'an Organization, Bi'an Imperial Clan, the masked woman, Bi'an flower.

What connections were there between these clues?

What relationship did the Bi'an clan from the foreign realm have with the masked woman from the Bronze Immortal Palace?

At once, Jun Xiaoyao's mind was filled with many puzzles.

He felt that to solve these puzzles.

The only way was to go to the foreign realm and seek the truth from the Bi'an clan.

However, few people had ever done such a thing.

After all, that foreign realm was too dangerous, and beings from the Immortal Realm found it difficult to conceal their aura.

It could be said to be extremely dangerous.

"So, you saw your brother's shadow in me?" Jun Xiaoyao said coolly.

Xuanyue remained silent, which was clearly the answer.

Jun Xiaoyao said with a cold smile: "Then I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. Your story might be touching, but I, Jun Xiaoyao, am not anyone's substitute."

Whether it was that mysterious masked woman who walked through ancient history.

Or Xuanyue before him.

They both seemed to treat him as someone else's substitute.

But he was only Jun Xiaoyao, not anyone else, and could never become anyone else.

"I know," Xuanyue said.

She hadn't expected Jun Xiaoyao's attitude toward her to change.

"So, you can choose to leave the Divine Ruins World," Xuanyue said.

Her disclosure was tantamount to betraying her organization, betraying the foreign realm.

But her heart was torn, unable to bring herself to harm Jun Xiaoyao again.

Wouldn't that be equivalent to killing her "brother" a second time?

"Then I won't trouble you with that concern. Considering the information you've provided, this Divine Son will spare you this time."

"But next time... we will be mortal enemies." Jun Xiaoyao's tone was cold, carrying killing intent.

"Why..." Xuanyue's hand tightened on the Death Scythe.

"Because you hurt Sister Shengyi, tried to take her Innate Dao Body, and almost caused her death," Jun Xiaoyao's gaze was utterly indifferent.

Back then on the Burial Emperor Star, if he hadn't arrived in time.

Xuanyue might have truly killed Jiang Shengyi and refined her Innate Dao Body.

Although Xuanyue's fate was extremely tragic and deserving of sympathy.

That wasn't reason enough for Jun Xiaoyao to forgive her.

"That woman again..." Xuanyue's jade hand gripped tightly, her nails piercing her palm, with traces of blood seeping through.

For some reason, she felt uncomfortable.

It was as if the most precious thing in her heart had been taken away by another woman.

"Go now. Next time we meet, I won't hold back."

Jun Xiaoyao shook his head slightly and turned to leave.

Watching Jun Xiaoyao's departing figure, Xuanyue bit her lip.

She felt her cheeks becoming wet and cold.

Was she crying?

How long had it been?

She thought she had forgotten how to cry.

But why was her already dead heart still aching faintly?

...

The matter with Xuanyue was just an interlude.

Jun Xiaoyao's goal would not be swayed by anyone.

As Jun Xiaoyao was heading toward the Green Emperor Star.

In another star region.

A vast army from the foreign realm had gathered here.

Among them were no fewer than dozens of teams from the foreign realm's royal clans.

Besides these, there were also several of the most powerful quasi-imperial clans.

In the void, a woman appeared, dressed in long water sleeves, with skin as white as snow and frost, of incomparable beauty and exceptional grace.

It was Tushan Xiaoxiao.

On the other side, two figures also appeared.

One wore a blood-red robe and carried a pair of blood phoenix wings on his back.

The other had dark dragon horns growing from his head, and on his face were nine demonic eyes, looking extremely bizarre.

"Fallen Phoenix Emperor Clan's Fang Nieitian, and Evil Dragon Lineage's Nine-Eyed Evil Dragon."

Tushan Xiaoxiao looked at these two with slight surprise, not expecting them to come as well.

The Fallen Phoenix Clan and Evil Dragon Lineage were both renowned quasi-imperial clans in the foreign realm.

These two quasi-imperial clan geniuses possessed terrifying strength, not much inferior to imperial clan geniuses.

"I didn't expect the noble Third Princess of the Tushan Imperial Clan to appear as well." Fang Nieitian looked at Tushan Xiaoxiao, his eyes flickering.

"This time the Immortal Realm has produced a madman who killed Chiling Kong from our realm's quasi-imperial clan, the Crimson Hawk Clan. I'd like to meet this person."

The Nine-Eyed Evil Dragon from the Evil Dragon Lineage said coldly.

The killing of a foreign realm's quasi-imperial clan genius was undoubtedly a humiliation that needed to be washed away.

"Don't worry, there will be opportunities when the time comes," Tushan Xiaoxiao said, her eyes secretly flashing.

She had her own plans.

Just then, more powerful auras appeared in the distance.

"Oh, even Immortal Imperial Clans have come?" Tushan Xiaoxiao was surprised.

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