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From what Wu Zhiya could remember, that woman had always been imprisoned in the most secret dungeon in the Wu Clan's courtyard.

The first time he opened his eyes, he saw himself naked on a cold, jade colored stone bed. On both sides were "tribute" Soul Power User s that had been captured from all over the world. They closed their eyes and sat cross-legged around the stone bed, continuously injecting their soul power into the ground. Then, they transferred their soul power to the pale, stiff, adult body that Wu Zhiya had on the stone bed, which had a strange yellow and green pupil.

Wu Zhiya was very clear about the mission that he had been created.

From the moment he was born, his physical age was the eternal age of twenty-two. From the moment he opened his eyes, his mind had been filled with the wisdom of more than four thousand years that had been passed down since he was born in the eight kingdoms and one of the most powerful kingdoms in the Wu nation.

He was not a human, but a creation of the same species. He was not as powerful as the Immortal Innate Spirit Body, but he was even stronger than the Demonic Beast.

He was a lonely existence in the human world, a carefully crafted work. He had no expression, no soul, no emotions, and no heart.

Wu Zhiya naturally knew that he was just one of the Four Great Clans in the current Hong Huang Kingdom, a low-key and patient clan of the Divination Family. In order to pursue the extreme purity of his soul power, he had created a perfect container to guard his strongest soul power.

From walking, talking, thinking, and waking up, he had received all the memories of his previous generation's "container" from the Wu Clan Patriarch, Fang Yu, day and night. In a short period of time, he had learned how to grow at his fastest speed, and how to survive as a human being. Very quickly, when it was his first time to be independent, he lost interest in life.

Bored with his own omniscient boredom, bored by his knowing his past and future.

The existence of Wu Zhiya felt sorrow for his own destiny which had lasted for ten thousand years, but was unable to do anything about it.

Until one day, he left his room alone and wandered around aimlessly to pass the time, occasionally passing by a seemingly abandoned ruin in the Wu Clan courtyard.

Just as he was unsure of what to do, his mind started to spin uncontrollably at rapid speeds, flashing again and again the scene of a woman imprisoned in a dungeon moaning in pain.

There was a voice beside his ear, and an odd sense of restlessness was strongly responding to his empty chest. All of his words reminded him: Go in, Wu Zhiya.

Go in and accept your fate.

"If you keep to the rules and follow the rules, your life will be a little different."

The mysterious woman whose hands and feet were bound by heavy rusty iron chains, whose thin body was only wearing a white dress that was stained dirty by blood. Her long hair was pure black, like a waterfall, and her messy appearance was covered.

He stood quietly outside of the black cage, which was sealed with powerful soul power and was difficult for ordinary people to approach.

Through the tight gaps in the dungeon, he looked down and did not say a word. He stared for a long time at the woman in the prison whose clothes were in disarray, whose head was lowered and whose hands and feet were covered in heavy chains.

Want to run?

Half of the man's body was hidden in the darkness. His white robe was like a broken diamond, shining along with his long, soft, honey-brown hair. His temperament was extraordinary, completely devoid of any trace of lust.

The woman's body shook slightly. She was extremely weak. The iron cuffs on her hands and feet had sunk deep into her flesh, leaving bloody marks. She was like a young, injured beast, frail and small.

But the woman didn't respond.

Every day, his heart was cut open and blood was drawn out. The big hole in his chest had yet to heal, and he was also injured and festered. If this continued, he would not be able to recover.

Wu Zhiya only glanced at the woman, and completely read out her sorry figure.

As long as you are not dead, the blood in Phoenix's heart will be endless. The man rolled up his sleeves and continued to speak indifferently. For someone like me, using a drop of your heart's blood, mixed with yin and yang energy, to create a container, is already a common sight in Wu Clan. Even if I am broken, discarded, destroyed, as long as you are still in their hands, the container production will continue, and your pain will never end.

Humans of the Wu Clan will die, but the container will live forever.

You're willing to stay in this dungeon your entire life, until your last drop of blood is extracted by Wu Clan?

All of a sudden, a small chuckle came from the depths of the muddy, dark dungeon. The woman smiled as she raised her head. A strand of black hair fell from her cheek, revealing a pair of soft, deer-like eyes that were rubbed to the brim with gray.

Those eyes were very dark and bright, like a piece of obsidian from the shining Milky Way. Except for the delicate beauty of the woman, those eyes were both powerful and steady, as if they could see through all the filth in the world.

Previously, he heard Wu Dai mention that his latest work that he had put in so much effort had been completed. This handsome young man is referring to you, right?

Even in this kind of situation, her tone was still full, candid and straightforward. This is the first time I have ever seen a Wu Clan container that was known as "heartless and heartless" show empathy for a person who is about to die. It's so rare, interesting, and interesting.

Wu Zhiya frowned, he did not like the woman's teasing.

Forget it. Just as he was about to turn around, he heard a loud request from behind him, "Stop!"

After all, I want to believe it once. The letter was destined to come out of nowhere.

Her voice was filled with a smile, but she could not control her trembling. I am a stubborn person, I have only prayed for one person in my life, and I promise that I will not beg anyone in the future, but since the heavens has arranged for you to appear in front of me today, and have complied with my inner desire, then I might as well be frank for once, and not waste my energy.

The woman stared fixedly at Wu Zhiya through the thick and sturdy prison door. My tea was late, I wanted to ask you to help me fulfill an unfulfilled wish.

A beautiful man with a pale face suddenly squatted down on one knee without any warning. Lowering his head, his slender fingers that were as white as spring onions picked up a strand of black hair that had fallen out of the dungeon and brought it to his lips to kiss. With a pious tone, the empress of the phoenix would like to hear the details.

The first time Wu Zhiya saw Chaxianyu, he immediately recognized the pair of eyes.

He stood inside the building and read the divination. When he heard the carriage stop outside, he got up quietly and saw a girl with black hair and a ponytail standing outside the building.

Her appearance was not astonishing, and was even to the extent of being excessively ordinary. However, when she was standing at the top of the building, blinking her eyes, revealing an expression that revealed no doubt about her innocence, Wu Zhiya took note of her.

The young lady turned her head back for a moment. The pair of black and bright eyes that flowed with spirit energy moved Wu Zhiya's heart.

It couldn't be wrong.

This unremarkable girl was the one that he, Wu Zhiya, had promised Phoenix Empress to use her life as a stake and protect with all his might —

The only son of the Phoenix Queen Tea, the first princess of Hong Huang Kingdom in name, the sixth princess, Xing Ning.

Wu Zhiya's eyes became quiet and distant when he looked at Chaxianyu. He remembered that day, the woman covered her mouth to cough and forced herself to stay awake, smiling as she asked Chaxianyu: "Handsome brother, I ask of you something, what do you want from me?"

Just open your mouth, I have a lot of blood in my heart, haha! Seeing the woman forcing herself to smile, making fun of herself amidst hardships, Wu Zhiya felt stuffy in his heart.

I do have one thing to ask of you.

The woman's eyes widened in curiosity. What is it?

Live well before I do what you say.