The sound of Chu Yao's Ice Coffin melting was like a silkworm chewing mulberry leaves, and a stardust-like cold fog seeped through the fine cracks. The moment Little Nianyao's fingertips touched the sarcophagus, the Buddha-Demon Mark suddenly reversed, its gold and black patterns condensing into a Fate Pact totem on her palm. When the ancient chant reached its ninth syllable, it was not Yun Qingyu's lingering soul that emerged, but a giant bronze claw wreathed in Nether ghost fire!
"Senior Sister, trust you have been well?" The split soul of the Nether Lord stepped out from the ghost fire, a Nine-Headed Snake phantom solidifying into a throne behind him. That sharp claw pierced the current of light from the Fate Pact and aimed straight for the Star Lock Core in the center of Little Nianyao's chest—wrapped around the tips of the claws were none other than the chains that had shattered when the First Generation Palace Master suffered a mirrored backlash!
The Ice Coffin suddenly burst with moonlight, and Chu Yao's eyelashes fluttered within the cold fog. The Nether claw suddenly veered off course before touching the Star Lock, stabbing fiercely into the melting black ice. "Did you think waking her could reverse the mandate of fate?" The Lord's sneer sent ice chips flying. "This vessel was planted with a Nine-Nether soul seed long ago!"
Chapter 28