The moment the purple-black mist enveloped Pi Yanlin, the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. The energy felt like countless ice picks boring through his pores and into his bones, yet it carried a familiar rhythm—a resonance, three parts identical to the warmth that coursed through his Dantian every time he checked in with the System.
"Ding! High-risk energy field detected. Shall I activate the 'Indolent Inverse Art'?" The System’s prompt erupted in his mind, making his eardrums ache.
Pi Yanlin did not respond immediately. Instead, he squeezed his eyes shut and allowed the energy to scour his consciousness. The deductive instincts he had honed over ten years of loitering in teahouses listening to legal cases were now fully engaged. He could clearly perceive the trajectory of the purple-black light: starting from the blood-jade array eye at the center of the altar, it snaked along the positions of the Twenty-Eight Mansions toward the sky, ultimately intended to flow into the Yin-Yang Bureau’s Karmic Record.
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