Chapter 118

As the bronze rings of the Armillary Sphere dragged Su Jiuli into their core, bronze liquid suddenly seeped from her shattered single eye. The moment the droplets touched the Sundial Needle, the entire instrument's rings began to spin in reverse. The Star Sand churned out by this rotation solidified into three hundred bronze Wu Clan figurines—each one held in its palms a piece of Su Jiuli’s glazed skeletal remains from different periods of her life. The Tribulation Mark on the forehead of each skeleton vibrated in perfect synchronization with Lu Xiaopang’s tortoise shell! "This is the true Tribulation Cocoon..." Lu Xiaopang’s voice seeped through the incisions in the bronze rings. He walked toward her, treading upon the swirling Star Sand. The Bronze Divination Bamboo Slips hanging from the hem of his shaman’s robe suddenly elongated, stabbing into the joints of Su Jiuli’s limbs. As the divinations coursed through her blood vessels, they solidified her shattered memories into reality—the scene of her younger self kneeling before the First Generation Patriarch, driving the Tribulation Mark Graver into Lin Xuan’s spine, coiled around her consciousness like poisonous vines.