The Bronze Sarcophagus trembled, swallowing the radiance of the Xingyao disc, while Lin Xuan's pupils gradually flushed with the ghostly green of the Netherworld Ghost Fire. Su Jiuli's blood from her severed tail seeped into the fissures of the altar, coalescing into a blood-red Star Chart within the black waters of Yellow Springs. The missing Northern Palace sector in the chart was none other than the half of the Xingyao disc tightly clutched in the corpse's hands inside the sarcophagus!
"With soul as guide, let the stars return to their stations!"
Lu Xiaopang's Netherworld tattoos flared with a bloody light, and the nine Bronze Sarcophagi flew open in response. Bony hands wrapped in cursed chains reached out from the coffins, and amidst the clinking of links, three hundred Netherworld Yin soldiers emerged. The soul fires dancing upon their blades bore the exact same origin as the Star Mark on Lin Xuan's chest!
Chapter 125