The moment the bronze mask embedded itself into her flesh and blood, the submarine magma boiled.
Scorching copper liquid gushed from the earth's veins, solidifying into three hundred statues of Wu Priests. In the palm of every statue rested an infant formed from Star Sand, their umbilical cords wrapped tightly around Su Jiuli's ankles, carving the Buried Star Formula deep into her bone marrow. Runes slithered across the inner walls of the mask, and the palm print in its deepest core suddenly surged, transforming into Bronze Roots that stabbed straight into her eye sockets—
At the tips of the roots, rotting flesh clung tenaciously.
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