A thousand-zhang abyss split open the Qingqiu Scorched Earth, piling bleached animal bones into an altar reaching toward the heavens. Su Jiuli's remaining ashes swept across the gaps in the bone steps. The Netherworld Decree Mark on her wrist suddenly drooped down like a vine, its dark red patterns entangling a string of bronze bells suspended from the bone eaves—the clapper of which was actually half a Celestial Fox Tail Bone. When the wind blew, they chimed like weeping, and where the sound waves rippled outward, three hundred inverted Glazed Coffins emerged from the depths of the altar. At the ends of the bronze chains hanging from the mouths of the jars, Lin Xuan's shattered Destiny Soul fragments were all tethered!
"Does Senior Sister know that this tribulation-summoning bell array is the root of Qingqiu..."
Lu Xiaopang's lingering shadow seeped out from the bell clapper, his withered fingers plucking the bell body. The remnant souls inside the jars shrieked in response, their cries condensing into a viper-shaped phantom—the snake's pupils reflected the horrifying scene of Lin Xuan being pierced through the spine by iron hooks, suspended at the center of the bone jar: twelve Wu Clan shamans were picking at his Destiny Patterns with Bronze Needles, every single needle triggering the bell clapper to vibrate, and the sound blades thus vibrated carved bloody scars into her remaining ashes!
Chapter 177