The moment the mast of the skeletal vessel devoured the blood key, the weeping of three hundred child corpses solidified into reality. A single drop of blood welled from Su Jiuli's remaining eye, winding its way through the carvings on the hull to outline the astral chart of the forbidden Qingqiu grounds. Within the reflection of the Celestial Fox stele on the chart, Lu Xiaopang was driving a bronze sapling into a fissure in the stele inscriptions, the patterns of the tender leaves fusing madly with the tribulation marks on the stone surface.
"So this was the bait to feed the tribulation all along..."
She swept her tailbone to shatter the astral chart, but the broken shards of light condensed into an array of bronze mirrors. The mirrors reflected a terrifying sight: deep within the Qingqiu Leyline, twelve corpses identical to her in appearance were devouring the Celestial Fox Ancestral Fire. With every wisp of flame swallowed, another crack appeared on the skeletal vessel at the bottom of the North Sea!
Chapter 117