The tremors in the basement were like those of an old donkey stripped of its marrow, growing more violent with every jolt.
Dull blue light seeped through the cracks in the flagstones, washing over Li Xuance’s boots. He stared at the glow, his throat working convulsively—that was the "Well of Destiny," nourished by the Holy Monarch Cult for thirty years with the blood sacrifices of the living. Now, it was surging in reaction to the shaking of the Destiny Disk that Pi Yanlin had repaired.
"You cannot destroy all this!" Li Xuance suddenly roared. A dark red mark flared on his palm, looking like a "Holy Monarch Decree" branded into his flesh.
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