The moment the blood-red pillar of light plummeted like a world-destroying torrent, Hu Yuan's heart felt as though it had been clenched by an invisible, giant hand. He stared fixedly at the dark red vortex swallowing the light, a taste of rust rising in the back of his throat—was it from biting the tip of his tongue until it bled, or from the suffocating terror gripping him? The Fate-Reversing Samsara Disk grew scalding hot in his palm, its markings writhing like living things, yet a memory suddenly flashed through his mind of the tears at the corners of Xiaoling's eyes when she exhausted her final spiritual power: "If I cannot even protect the people I want to protect, what use am I?"
At that critical juncture, Hongxia suddenly bit down on her fingertip. Watching that drop of blood mixed with Xingyuan Pavilion's secret arts fall onto the Samsara Disk, a deep sense of unease surged in Hu Yuan's chest: "Using blood as a catalyst is far too perilous; she won't be able to hold on!" The starlight erupting from the ancient markings collided with the blood-red pillar of light, unleashing a blinding glare. The shockwave knocked him flat onto his back, his spine slamming against a stone pillar of the Altar. Countless thoughts raced through his head: "Is this the true power of the Samsara Disk? Why is it so violent? If even Hongxia..." Fear coiled around his heart like a poisonous snake, and he struggled to his feet, his fingernails gouging deep, bloody trails into the stone surface.…
Chapter 325