The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife-Chapter 933: He Wants to Live—No One Can Take His Life!

"Do you want to go first?" Gloomy Fox asked Siheng.

Siheng nodded. "Alright."

He would first absorb the power of chaos so he could gain experience and help the little cub and his own children later.

Gloomy Fox added, "Once you do, the Immortal Mark on you won’t be able to suppress it. Your Demon Bone will be completely exposed."

It had to confirm one last time—this was no small matter.

But Siheng showed no hesitation. "Sooner or later, it’s all the same."

Since fate had led him to this moment, he would face it bravely!

For himself.

For A’Li.

And for his children!

Gloomy Fox was satisfied. Its large tail draped over Siheng, wrapping him in soft fur.

"Very well. Take this power!"

Fifty percent of the power of chaos—it wasn’t a small amount.

But how much Siheng could endure depended on his own strength.

Suddenly, a violent wind howled, and dark clouds gathered in the sky, rolling like endless ocean waves. Even at the start, some of the power of chaos began to leak out.

The creatures of the forest scurried away, hiding in fear.

Even Nanli, protected by her spiritual power, felt the crushing pressure. Her legs trembled.

Despite the discomfort, she couldn’t look away, her eyes fixed on Siheng with deep concern.

The power of chaos poured into Siheng’s meridians, reshaping his body, flesh, and bones.

The pain was indescribable.

Siheng threw his head back and let out a primal cry. Thunder rumbled, shaking the entire North Wilderness.

His handsome face contorted in pain, veins bulging.

On his forehead, the faint image of an Asura totem began to emerge.

Seeing this, Nanli’s heart tightened.

When Siheng opened his eyes again, they gleamed with a profound, dark purple hue.

"Is he a pureblood?" Nanli was momentarily stunned, but she quickly shook off the thought.

Siheng possessed Immortal Marrow—if he were purely of the Asura bloodline, he couldn’t have cultivated it.

The only explanation was that either his biological mother or father was a pure Asura, giving him those distinct purple eyes.

Yun Jianchu also had purple eyes, but her mother was of impure lineage, which diluted her bloodline. That dilution passed on to Yun Yubai.

Now, fifty percent of the power of chaos had fully merged into Siheng’s body.

The tail withdrew.

But Siheng, unable to control his limbs, fell to one knee.

Nanli dared not approach.

The chaotic energy surrounding him would strike her down.

Siheng had to focus, regulating his energy to refine and absorb the power of chaos.

If he didn’t, it would tear him apart from within.

But the Immortal Mark was already shattered.

The Asura totem on his forehead burned with brilliance. His gaze turned sharp, almost feral.

And when he turned toward Nanli, a wicked, seductive smile curled at his lips—deadly enough to mesmerize, but also terrifyingly cold.

Nanli felt a chill run through her, her heart quaking.

Gloomy Fox quickly shielded Nanli and retreated. "He’s lost his mind! Be careful!"

It didn’t understand much about human or celestial transformations, but this didn’t look good.

He had lost his reason but gained the power of chaos—wasn’t this the path to destruction?

Though they were Primordial Mythical Beasts, they had their own responsibilities.

Nanli’s brow furrowed tightly. "It seems his young age means the Immortal Mark hasn’t fully fused his two bloodlines yet."

"What?!" Gloomy Fox was stunned. "What should we do?"

Nanli’s mind raced.

As Siheng stood, ready to attack, she suddenly bit her fingertip, using her blood to draw a talisman in the air.

Instantly, the talisman radiated a powerful red light.

Nanli formed a seal, and the red light shot into the totem on Siheng’s forehead.

His movements faltered.

The violent look in his eyes seemed subdued.

Gloomy Fox blinked. "What kind of talisman is that? It’s incredibly strong!"

"I didn’t create it," Nanli replied. "It was Yining’s. I just modified it slightly."

Given the limited time, she could only make minor adjustments.

Gloomy Fox seemed to recall the name Yining but didn’t have time to think.

Siheng’s eyes gradually cleared.

He was shocked. "A’Li..."

"Don’t lose focus!" Nanli’s voice was firm and unwavering. "Use this moment! Fuse your bloodlines with the power of chaos! I’ll assist you!"

Siheng’s skin pulsed with surging energy, nearly tearing him apart.

There was no time to waste!

Realizing the gravity, Siheng sat cross-legged under Nanli’s talisman, focusing on refining the power of chaos.

It wasn’t easy.

But Siheng had endured much hardship alone.

His mother died when he was young.

His father ignored him, claiming that fate was his own to forge.

It was only in the North Sea that he met the first person who truly helped him—A’Li.

And now, she stood by his side, offering unwavering support.

What else could he fear?

No pain was insurmountable.

He guided the power of chaos through his body, enduring its searing torment.

Soon, sweat drenched his clothes.

But it worked—slowly, he refined the chaotic power into his own.

Though the Immortal Mark had broken, his two bloodlines clashed and resisted each other.

Without A’Li’s talisman, he would’ve lost his mind completely.

But how could he fuse the two?

After some thought, Siheng found clarity.

He formed a hand seal, guiding the powers to test each other, then slowly intertwine.

With his method, the fusion began—slow but steady.

From the outside, he looked calm, though his brow occasionally furrowed.

But Nanli, sensing the internal struggle, felt her eyes redden with worry.

From dawn till dusk, the sky darkened.

Gloomy Fox cushioned Nanli with its tail, fearing she’d collapse from exhaustion.

Above, thunderclouds loomed, lightning cracking through the sky.

Siheng’s chaotic energy, once turbulent, suddenly stilled.

The totem on his forehead vanished.

When he opened his eyes again, they were a deep, pure black.

The storm winds stilled.

A faint smile touched his lips.

Not only had he refined the power of chaos, but his bloodlines had also fully fused.

With his own strength, he concealed his Asura Royal Clan lineage.

No trace of it remained. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

A deafening thunderclap echoed through the sky.

It was as if the heavens protested.

Siheng looked up, gaze sharp.

The heavens may reject him, but his fate was his own to command.

He wanted to live—no one could take his life!

Nanli finally let out a deep breath, exhausted but relieved.

Gloomy Fox used its last remaining tail to support her, ensuring she didn’t collapse