The newborn youthful Artifact Spirit stepped out from the Taiji formation, the surface of the sea crystallizing into Star Mark ice crystals wherever his toes touched. In his hands, he toyed with the charred skull of the First Generation Patriarch; Star Blood dripped from between his fingers, coalescing in the void into a phantom image of the Star Palace’s scripture hall from three hundred years ago. The disciples seated within, listening to the lecture, all bore the same Greedy Wolf Mark between their brows as Lin Xuan.
"Every cycle of reincarnation is merely firewood for my refinement." The youth flicked his finger, shattering the phantom. The fragments transformed into chains that bound the remnants of Lin Xuan's Star Mark. "You should thank me for burning through those nine thousand seven hundred and sixty-one lives for you."
A vertical pupil suddenly split open on his forehead, reflecting the sight Lin Xuan feared most: the complete soul of Su Jiuli, trapped beneath the throne of the Star Palace, being forged into the new eye of the Taiji formation.
Chapter 21