A waning moon hung in the center of a distorted star ring, and Ye Shuli’s skirt fluttered violently in the turbulent spiritual power.
She looked down at the churning sea of the Bronze Mirror beneath her feet. Fragments of mechanical eyeballs were emitting a grinding, gear-like hum, drawing the spiritual power of the entire continent into a spiral-shaped pillar of light.
"Three hundred miles to the southeast, the spiritual power concentration has fallen below the critical value." Jiang Ye held half of a shattered compass at his fingertips; the divination patterns, which should have been glowing white, were now stained with blood.
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