As the Taotie patterns on the bronze cauldron's body writhed after the chaotic Seed was extinguished, the eyeballs of those ancient fierce beasts suddenly turned toward Yun Qingyu. When his newly regenerated right arm thrust into a crack in the cauldron, three thousand sealing talismans inside floated into the air simultaneously, the back of each talisman reflecting a mirror image of Little Nianyao in a different space-time. Netherworld patterns seeped along the ravines of the bronze carvings, staining the astral chart on the altar's surface a toxic ink-green, while foul black blood oozed from the intersecting points of the stars. Yun Qingyu's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the surging Netherworld fire. The ice crystal fragments mixed within the fire lacerated his windpipe, only to be devoured by regenerating flesh before they could fall—this transforming body was forming a paradox, with mutually repelling Hanyue Palace forces and Netherworld ghost fire surging beneath every inch of new skin.
A deafening crash of snapping chains echoed from beneath the altar, and human faces emerged on the surfaces of six floating divine artifacts. Amidst the bloody tide gushing from the Canglan Bead, Ao Li's wretched state of having his Counter-Scale gouged out appeared, the image of the Dragon Crown Prince being pierced through his dragon spine by nine soul-suppressing nails stinging the fire of Yun Qingyu's soul. The mystic ice spewed by the Furnace froze the wails of the first-gener…
Chapter 23