89: Three women appear

Above the Nine Heavens, the tragic and furious roar of the Thunder Hell Bone Dragon seemed to still echo between heaven and earth, its shattered bones and world fragments crashing down like a meteor shower, striking the ground into countless charred pits, igniting faint blue residual flames.

The Tribulation Cloud was forcibly torn open with a huge gap, and the thunder light dimmed considerably, but the destructive white light at its core was still stubbornly re-coalescing, like the Heavenly Dao's even colder fury after being injured, brewing the next, even more terrifying strike.

The Underground Mo City violently shook under the backlash of the Bone Dragon's destruction, rock walls cracked, and Gravel dust tumbled down.

At the central array core, Mo Yuan's body suddenly trembled, his face instantly turning ashen white like gold paper, and a mouthful of suppressed, dark golden thunder-glowing blood spurted out, splashing onto the cold array patterns, emitting a 'sizzling' burning sound.

The Thunder Hell Bone Dragon was connected to his Soul, and its complete collapse brought an extremely heavy backlash.

But he didn't even have time to regulate his breathing; his dark golden pupils suddenly contracted, staring intently at a very remote corner on the holographic map, located at the edge of the Mo Sect's controlled territory—that was the entrance to a canyon leading to a desolate, dead mountain range, a place where, in normal times, almost no one set foot except for patrolling Worker Bees.

Just at the moment the Bone Dragon shattered and energy violently fluctuated!

An extremely subtle energy ripple, yet carrying clear spatial fluctuations and a chilling Death Qi, like a stone thrown into a chaotic lake, suddenly appeared at that coordinate and instantly vanished!

It wasn't the aftermath of the Heavenly Tribulation!

It wasn't an enemy invasion!

This energy's nature... belonged to his Yellow Springs Ghost Soldiers!

And it was a top-priority emergency transmission signal!

Immediately after, the Thunder Talisman Network responsible for monitoring that area sent back a blurry yet clear image—in the distorted shadows at the canyon entrance, the air rippled like water, and more than a dozen Yellow Springs Ghost Soldiers, with semi-transparent black glazed bodies and glowing blue Soul flames in their eye sockets, slowly emerged.

Their condition was extremely poor; their bodies were even more ethereal than usual, as if they could dissipate at any moment, and many Yin Soldiers still bore traces of being scorched by extreme Yang energy, clearly having undergone fierce battles and long journeys.

And in the very center, carefully supported by pure Death Qi, were three curled-up... Mortals, completely out of place in the surrounding dead environment!

They were three women!

The leader was a young girl who looked to be sixteen, wearing a brocade dress that was clearly ill-fitting and covered in dust and dark red bloodstains; its material was luxurious but now badly damaged.

Her hair was styled in twin buns, but it was now disheveled, her small face was covered in dirt, and her usually lively eyes were tightly shut, tears hanging on her long eyelashes, as if she was still sobbing in a coma.

She clutched a similarly dirty and rather ancient medicine box tightly in her arms, as if it was more important than her life. (Cai Huan)

Next to her was a slightly older woman, a few years her senior, whose figure was already graceful, wearing a similarly damaged light-colored ruqun; even in her coma, she frowned slightly, exuding a natural fragility and scholarly air, but her face was terrifyingly pale, and her lips were cracked. (Yu Zhu)

The last one was a woman in her early twenties, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit; even in her coma, her right hand still tightly gripped a broken short sword, her tiger's mouth cracked and covered in dried blood scabs.

Her side profile was firm, and even in her coma, she exuded a heroic and stubborn spirit no less than a man's, but large patches of darkened bloodstains on her collar indicated she was severely injured. (Feng Wu)

All three women were unconscious, their breaths weak, but their lives were not in danger.

They had no spiritual energy fluctuations on them; they were clearly just Mortals!

Yet they appeared in this borderland infested with demons and plagued by Heavenly Tribulation, fiercely protected and transported by Yellow Springs Ghost Soldiers who were supposed to devour living Souls!

“Source... analyze!” Mo Yuan suppressed his surging Qi and blood, issuing a cold command.

The remaining power of the magic bottle combined with the Thunder Talisman Network, rapidly analyzing the spatial trajectory left by the Yin Soldiers' transmission and the faint Qi imprints on the three women.

The result was instantly fed back—the origin of the spatial trajectory... pointed to a very distant place in the east, completely beyond the Mo Sect's current control.

The extremely faint Bloodline Qi imprints remaining on the three women... actually resonated subtly with Mo Yuan's own long-dormant, almost forgotten... Mortal Family Bloodline!

Mo Family female relatives!

They were his... blood relatives?!

Wang Linger, who had been standing below the array core, also startled by the recent events and pale-faced, now perceived the images of the three women and the Bloodline analysis results through her Soul link.

She suddenly covered her mouth, her eyes filled with incredulous shock!

“They... how could they...?” Wang Linger's voice trembled.

She knew Mo Yuan's ruthlessness well, and she knew that Mo Yuan had long since severed his worldly ties, viewing Mortal Family affection as nothing.

The appearance of these three women brought not warmth, but a huge variable and... unpredictable danger!

Mo Yuan's brows furrowed tightly, and chaotic gray light wildly swirled in his eyes, instantly deducing countless possibilities.

Enemy pursuit?

A ruse?

An Opportunity?

No matter which one, at this critical moment with the Heavenly Tribulation looming, it was an extremely troublesome variable!

Especially... the young girl (Cai Huan) holding the medicine box; inside that ancient medicine box, a very strange energy fluctuation seemed to faintly emanate, one that even the magic bottle found difficult to instantly analyze, and that fluctuation... made him feel a strange sense of unease.

“Yin Soldiers... escort targets... to the Mo City core purification zone.”

“Isolate and guard.”

“Without my command, no one is allowed to approach or communicate with them.”

“Prioritize maintaining their vital signs; do not wake them for now.”

The cold commands carried no emotion, as if the three were just three unexpectedly delivered packages.

Regardless of why they came, or what secrets or troubles they carried, dealing with the Heavenly Tribulation was more important right now.

“Furthermore...” Mo Yuan's gaze swept over Wang Linger, “Investigate all abnormal energy records in the border area before their appearance, especially... spatial disturbances and traces of pursuers.”

“Yes... Sect Leader.” Wang Linger suppressed the turbulent waves in her heart, respectfully accepted the order, and immediately accessed data through the Thunder Talisman Network.

Ten li away, the heavily scarred team of Yellow Springs Ghost Soldiers received the command, once again transforming into faint phantoms, supporting the three unconscious women, silently sinking into the ground, and stealthily moving along complex passages towards the core area of Mo City.

Mo Yuan withdrew his gaze, once again looking up at the re-coalescing, more imposing Tribulation Cloud, the golden bloodstain at the corner of his mouth already dry.

Family?

Bloodline?

In the face of this overwhelming calamity, all were illusions.

If useful, they could stay for now.

If useless... or become an obstacle...

In his eyes, only calculations colder than ten-thousand-year-old profound ice remained.

Under the Heavenly Tribulation, everything could be a chess piece, including this suddenly appearing... past worldly tie.

The foreshadowing of the Family line was quietly laid beneath this blood-colored sky.