The Burning Heaven Sword Sect had been reduced to scorched earth. The Armor of Ten Thousand Prisons stood atop the ruins of the main peak, its dark armor swallowing the light of day. The lava-glazed ground beneath its feet had not yet cooled, steaming with the scent of sulfur and molten iron. Qin Yue's mangled corpse was embedded in the fractured cliffside, charred like charcoal; beneath his wide-eyed, frozen expression, the last glint of sword qi deep within his pupils was completely extinguished.
Lin Moyu raised a hand. The armored gauntlet clenched into the empty air. Deep within the earth's veins, the vast torrent of Gengjin spiritual essence—tempered by generations of sword intent and near-corporeal in its density—let out an unbearable groan and snapped inch by inch! The pure, blindingly dazzling torrent of Gengjin was forcibly extracted, surging madly into the armor's pitch-black pathways. The dark-golden Dao Marks flowing deep within those pathways greedily devoured it, their hue shifting into more restrained, heavier dark-white-gold patterns that emitted faint, razor-sharp sounds of cutting through the void as they flowed.
The Turbid Fire circulated coldly within the armor. Its calculating power swept across the ruins, locking onto several faint fluctuations of spiritual light deep within the sword crypt—the innate golden essence remaining at the core of the ancient sword embryo. With a slight shift of his intent, a muffled explosion echoed from deep within the ruin…
Chapter 213