The Bronze Sarcophagus sank into the depths of the Netherworld River, and Su Jiuli's fingertips brushed across the Wu Clan runes on the lid. The undercurrent swept fine, fragmented Star Sand across her wrist, the grains adhering to the Netherworld Decree Mark and scorching it with the burn marks of the Big Dipper. Suddenly, she crushed a grain of Star Sand, and within the bursting phosphorescence, an image emerged of Lin Xuan with iron chains piercing his shoulder blades. At the end of the chains flickered nine bronze Soul Lamps, and the wicks dancing within them were unmistakably the shattered fragments of her benevolent soul from three hundred lifetimes of reincarnation.
"Trace!"
She bit the tip of her tongue to spit out a mist of vital blood, the bloody haze congealing into Qingqiu fox fire that wrapped around her entire body. Yet the Netherworld River water began to boil at that very moment, and hundreds of bronze arms suddenly thrust upward from the silt at the bottom of the river, every palm carved with the Destiny Soul imprint of the First Generation Patriarch. The arms seized her ankles and dragged her downward, the riverbed tearing open into a gigantic, cavernous maw to reveal the buried ruins of the Star Palace—among the fractured pillars and beams, three hundred glass skeletons knelt in a posture of pilgrimage toward the bronze Stellar Sundial at the center.
Chapter 147