The Burning Heaven Sword Sect was reduced to scorched earth.
The Armor of Ten Thousand Prisons stood atop the ruins of the main peak. Its dark armor swallowed the daylight. Beneath its feet, the melted, glass-like mountain rock steamed with the scent of sulfur and metal. Qin Yue's mangled corpse was embedded in a jagged cliff a hundred feet away, charred black as coal, with only half a face frozen in a wide-eyed expression of fury, the spark of sword light deep within his pupils completely extinguished.
Lin Moyu raised a hand. The armored fingers slowly clenched. Deep within the earth veins of the Burning Heaven Sword Sect, that river of Gengjin spiritual marrow—tempered by generations of sword intent and nearly materialized—was grasped by an invisible giant hand around the throat, emitting a groaning sound of unbearable strain as it broke and disintegrated inch by inch! The blindingly pure Gengjin essence was forcibly extracted, transforming into a viscous golden torrent that poured madly into the pitch-black veins of the Armor of Ten Thousand Prisons. The dark gold Dao Marks flowing deep within the veins devoured it greedily, their color growing deeper and denser, like congealed molten gold.
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