Amidst the chaos-opening light burst, Little Nianyao did not dissipate. The "Canglan Sword" that pierced her chest melted into boiling golden liquid, surging along her bloodline. Wherever the golden liquid flowed, her flesh cracked and peeled away inch by inch, revealing the burning Glazed Bone beneath. Three hundred overlapping roars exploded from her throat; the sound contained both the fierce howl of Li Taibai before his sword shattered, and the swan song of Yun Qingyu when he immolated himself in the Netherworld, alongside countless ancient echoes trapped in spacetime rifts—the divine souls burned to ashes as firewood by the First Generation Palace Master Chu Xiyan, now borrowing Little Nianyao's bones and blood to voice their accusation.
The chaotic vortex formed after the shattering of the Polaris star position did not disperse; instead, it evolved into a heaven-swallowing giant coffin. Pitch-black stellar fragments intertwined with foul blood filaments, outlining the silhouette of a female body at the edge of the vortex. The figure was hazy and colossal, bearing the suffocating weight of a celestial body, yet the ruthless charm between her brows and eyes remained exceptionally clear. Chu Xiyan! She had not been pinned to death by that sword piercing through spacetime; the stellar debris was merely the old shell she had shed. The chaotic vortex was her new coffin and also the venomous nest nurturing her ultimate form.
"Still lacking the fiercest fire of all..." The wh…
Chapter 32