Wu Tiance's laughter crashed against the stone walls of the altar, rattling the masonry until stone chips showered down.
He formed arcane seals with his fingertips, and the half-fragment of the Karma Wheel at his waist suddenly surged with black fog, condensing above his head into a complete phantom of the wheel, three zhang in diameter.
Across the surface of the wheel flowed bands of light where dark red and golden radiance intertwined. With every single rotation, the memory projections that Pi Yanlin had just dragged out with his golden light chains grew a fraction fainter.
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