When the final section of the Longyuan Monument crashed to the ground, Pi Yanlin was sent flying by the shockwave.
He rolled in the air, his back slamming heavily against a fractured bluestone slab. A sweet taste rose in his throat, and a spurt of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth into his collar.
Dust and debris rained down overhead. He narrowed his eyes, gazing at the deep crater smashed into the ground—the monument had buried itself half a man's depth into the earth, its fractured edge glowing with an eerie blue light like a coiled serpent.
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