Chapter 21

In the deep-blue void storm, a half-section of a white-bone arm suddenly gripped a fragment flickering with starlike radiance. Yun Qingyu's tattered soul fire flickered unsteadily within his skull. Through three hundred cycles of day and night, he had long lost count of how many times he had touched the boundary of the spacetime rift. Shattered stars floated all around like the scales of a dying behemoth, each reflecting residual phantoms of different spacetimes—the burning Sword Pavilion, the collapsing Moon Palace, cities submerged by the waters of the Underworld. These remnants of memory clung to his soul fire like clinging bone-rotten sores. "Clang—" The star fragment suddenly emitted a clear chime like a bronze bell, and the bone knuckles abruptly tightened. Two dim purple soul fires ignited in Yun Qingyu's hollow eye sockets. He saw the fragment reflecting the melting reflection of Chu Yao's Ice Coffin, and beneath the coffin wound a hair-thin, dim-green fire scar. Those flames slithered across the surface of the ice crystals like living things, outlining a totem in the shape of a Nine-Headed Snake—this was precisely the "Ninefold Nether Coiling Snake Mark" unique to the Nether Lord's soul seal.