The scarlet daylight, frozen solid above the Myriad Bones Abyss, poured down with unalterable antiquity, coating the vast plains of endless skeletal remains below like a layer of viscous, unwashable bloodstain. The wind here was either stagnant or mournful, whipping up bone fragments that had long been repeatedly scoured by time and the Laws into fine powder, swirling them like countless resentful souls whispering in low tones.
The hourglass of time had lost its calibration in this forbidden domain. Lin Moyu's consciousness, like a stubborn stone buried deep within frozen permafrost, stirred sluggishly, waking from the depths of his last failed "road-building" experiment—an endeavor that had nearly completely disassembled him. The embers of agonizing pain still lingered in every inch of his jade-like cracks and un-jaded flesh fibers, continuing to release numbness and bone-corroding echoes like countless tiny, ice-cold needles. Yet deep within his remaining, half-jaded chest cavity, that heart—which had torturously fused dark gold Malevolent Qi with ancient jade immortal rules—still maintained its heavy, suffocating, near-eternal rhythm of pulsation.
With every beat, it squeezed syrup as thick as mercury through his shattered meridians, and drove those faint yet incomparably resilient wisps of Ice Marrow Immortal Qi at the core of the jaded heart to tremble slightly.
Chapter 202