Chapter 172

The bronze Wu tripod erupted from the earth, the gluttonous mask patterns on its surface swallowing the moonlight. Su Jiuli’s residual ashes flickered past the ghostly flames lining the rim. Suddenly, the Netherworld Decree Mark on her wrist peeled away like shedding skin, its dark red shards tumbling into the Tribulation Magma within the cauldron, where they coalesced into three hundred Bronze Divination Bamboo Slips. From the cracks in the inscribed script, ancient Wu Clan incantations seeped out, slithering like vipers to assemble into a moon-devouring star chart in the void. "Sister, you dare to trigger the Moon-Devouring Tripod..." Lu Xiaopang’s phantom emerged from the divination slips, his withered fingers crushing a bone ritual vessel. Amidst the swirling bone dust, the Tribulation Magma in the cauldron began to churn in reverse, condensing into the spectral image of the First Generation Patriarch. In his palm, he held not the Star Key, but a Bone Flute etched with moon-eroding patterns. The mournful wail seeping from its holes matched the exact resonance of Lin Xuan’s Destiny Soul as it withered away.