The tribulation marks on the bronze skeleton slithered like live snakes, and the fragments of the Xingyao disc in Su Jiuli's palm burned through her flesh, plunging into the black waters of Yellow Springs. The bloody star orbits floating on the water surface suddenly inverted, reflecting a colossal entity dormant at the bottom of the abyss—nine bronze pillars supported a thousand-zhang coffin, and dark golden blood beads seeped from between the reverse scale patterns of the dragon-serpent on the coffin lid, every single drop reflecting the torn phantom of Lin Xuan's soul.
"How dare you defile the young master's soul!"
The remaining head of the black-robed envoy suddenly lunged forward, its jaw split to the ears, shooting bronze divination bamboo slips soaked in Netherworld Soul Fire from its throat. Ancestral Fire erupted from the wound of Su Jiuli's severed tail, its tongues wrapping around the bamboo slips and hurling them back—the moment the bamboo slips pierced the bronze pillars, the reverse scale patterns on the surface of the Jiuyou coffin bulged violently, the edges of the scales tearing the void to reveal the scene inside the coffin:
Chapter 127