The red light of the blood moon, like crimson silk soaked in water, rippled around Pi Yanlin’s soul.
He held the soul lamp, the character "Gu" engraved on the silver hairpin pressing into his palm. Gu Qinghuan had shoved it into his hand before turning away, and the metal still held the lingering warmth of her hair.
"Must memorize all the patterns on the remaining pages this time," he muttered to his own translucent, ghostly-blue form. As his fingertips touched the bluestone of the altar, a chill surged through his spirit, piercing straight to his crown—this was the backlash of the River of Oblivion Formation, specifically designed to target disembodied souls.
Chapter 51