The lingering echo of the Giant Bronze Gate closing reverberated in the darkness, leaving scorch marks burned into Su Jiuli's palm by star sand. She curled up within a tight crevice of the spatial rift, her fingertips brushing against the Bronze Roots wrapped around her wrist—the Netherworld Decree Mark at the tips of the roots was quietly creeping toward her heart, each line gnawing at the Tribulation Fire like a living snake. Suddenly, the roots trembled violently, and dark red blood beads oozed from their tips, condensing into a miniature Star Orbit map. The missing Northern Palace direction on the map unmistakably pointed toward the Blood Sacrifice Pit deep within the Qingqiu Leyline!
"Lu Xiaopang... you really did leave yourself a way out..."
She channeled the remaining Ancestral Fire to burn toward the roots, but the flames flowed backward along the markings and into the void. From deep within the rift came the roaring sound of chains snapping, as a Bronze Sarcophagus covered in seaweed burst through the darkness. The Wu Clan totems on the coffin surface resonated with the tribulation marks on her spine, shaking the bones throughout her body until they were on the verge of shattering. The instant the coffin lid was blown off, three hundred Bronze Divination Bamboo Slips swarmed out like locusts, and from the cracks in the bamboo slips oozed the whisper of the First Generation Patriarch: "Tribulation ash returns to its place... the time has come..."
Chapter 145