At the eastern end of the market, in the top-floor quiet room of the Nameless Treasure Pavilion's Five Continents Branch. The commotion was blocked out by thick black rock, leaving only a lingering strand of spatial Dao intent—a mix of desolate, sharp metal and profound water ripples—slowly settling in the air.
Shi Lei's skeletal remains sat upright, his jade-and-gold finger bones gently twisting the cool stone ring. The azure sword imprint on the inner ring grew dim, but that bizarre "little snake entwined around a sword" golden seal, born from the resonance of the astrolabe Runes and Xiaohong's dragon horns, burned brightly in his sea of consciousness.
"Creak... The brand is too deep... Can't rub it off..." Little Willow Sprite sensed the connection between the golden seal and the stone ring.
Chapter 573