Chapter 174

The bronze urn array had sunk into the earth to form an abyss, the coiled dragon patterns at its rim exhaling a crimson mist. As Su Jiuli’s lingering embers swept past the inscriptions on the urn’s edge, the Netherworld Decree Mark on her wrist suddenly unfurled like spider silk. The dark red patterns seeped into the viscous soul-sludge within the urn, coalescing into the lost "Soul-Capturing Curse" of the Wu Clan. As the incantations rippled, the abyss walls revealed bas-reliefs of three hundred Wu Clan shamans dancing while cradling skulls—the Heavenly Fox skulls they held had their seven orifices sealed shut with Bronze Nails, and the soul-blood seeping from the nail tips merged with the sludge in the urn! "Senior Sister, you actually dare to trespass into the Abyss of Imprisoned Souls..." Lu Xiaopang’s phantom seeped from the bottom of the urn, his withered fingers tapping against the vessel. The sonic waves shattered three skulls, their fragments coalescing into a swarm of vipers. Yet, the horrifying scene reflected in the serpents' eyes was of Lin Xuan trapped within the urn: twelve shamans were scraping his soul-blood with bronze combs, each stroke carving the same Netherworld Decree Mark on the urn wall that Su Jiuli bore herself!