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As the Chihwen Knife pierced the Northern Dipper Ninth Star, I heard the sound of my own ribs humming like a Bian Zhong.
Time and space were wrapped in a turbulent flow, and asphalt-like Stardust filled my nostrils. Chen Xing's bloodied fingers suddenly clasped around my wrist adorned with the Phoenix Pattern.
Purple-black slime dripped from the Altar Beast Head Vessel's ear, congealing into a translucent crystal on the Phoenix Gold Pattern.
"The remnants of the Chronicle of Earth Veins..." Chen Xing coughed up blood mixed with golden powder, and the voices of the Jade Corpses suddenly rose an octave.
I tightened my grip on the crystalline remnants and stepped back half a pace, as the heel of my shoe crushed the abdomen of a Jade Insect, causing a blood-soaked parchment to spring forth: "The Grand Musician of the Court Zhao Yanjing proclaims: Zhenming Seventeenth Year, July Seventh, seeking death yet unable to attain it."
The Bronze Tripod at the altar suddenly oozed Black Slime, and the Chiwen on Prince Jing's Ceremonial Sword was visibly dissolving at an alarming rate.
I pressed the crystalline remnants against the Cracked Cauldron, feeling the vibrations of the Earth Veins surge from my feet straight to my crown.
The Jade Insect in Chen Xing's ear suddenly began chanting, its sound waves causing bloodlines to burst from the corners of his eyes.
"Quarter Past Midnight, the melody is the key."
The Veteran Coroner caught Chen Xing's blood in a Wine Gourd, and from that murky liquid emerged seventeen Soundtracks.
I retrieved the Twenty-Eight Constellation Finger gathered from the Cold Palace Well Bottom, and an illusory Azure Wind Bell appeared on the surface of the slime.
When the first note of Gu Xie rang out, the heads of the Jade Corpses simultaneously exploded with Stardust.
Amidst the resonating roar of the Earth Veins, Chen Xing suddenly pulled me toward the west side of the altar.
At the moment his back shattered the Tortoise Shell Divination, nine Reverse Sitting Buddha Statues erupted from the earth.
The gilded palms of Buddha cradled an Imperial Skull that glimmered with a corpse jade sheen; as its jaw opened and closed, it emitted a voice reminiscent of an Old National Master: "Dual Souls in One Furnace, only then can Dao be achieved."
I pressed down on the remnants of Chronicle of Earth Veins and played Ying Zhong; the emperor's figure appeared like a specter at Buddha's head.
His bare-handed crushing of Xian Zong's skull was executed with a chilling proficiency, as Zi Yan slipped through his aged fingers into the Longevity Pattern.
As I played Rui Bin, I noticed that the Corpse Spot on the emperor's face was visibly fading away.
"Ye Qing's Bian Zhong plays more exquisitely than that of Taichang Temple."
A youthful voice, twenty years younger and tinged with bloodlust, surged forth.
The Buddha statue's eye sockets shone with golden light, and suddenly my shadow split into two figures—one stained with Cold Palace Well Moss, and another smeared with altar Stardust.
Chen Xing hurled a copper coin that shattered a Golden Eye on the left side, but his right eye reflected an image of me wielding a Golden Hairpin aimed at an infant girl.
More Reverse Sitting Buddha Statues rose from the Geological Rift, their palm-cradled skulls sprouting Black Tentacles from their Eye Sockets.
I endured the tearing pain of the Sea of Consciousness as I struck the Yi Ze. The Veteran Coroner suddenly lifted his robe—embedded in his waist and abdomen were the White Jade Chime Stones, perfectly attuned to the vibration frequency of the Earth Veins.
As the twelfth toll of the bell resonated, the Jade Insect in Chen Xing's ear suddenly exploded into a Blood Mist. "Beidou seals death, Nan Dou seals life."
The National Master’s phantom stepped out from the Rift and Zi Yan, each hand grasping half a piece of Blood Jade. Suddenly, the Phoenix Pattern on my wrist burned like a branding iron, and the Ancient Seal Script on the crystalline remnants cast a Star Map on the ground. The brightest flicker revealed the birth date of the Late Emperor's Ninth Son, while my footprints rested upon the Time in which he drowned.
The emperor's laughter shook loose the jade dust from the beams above; he tore off the skin of his right hand to reveal white Jade Fingers. "Ye Qing, do you know that the true Lunar Festival has continued from the Zhenguan Era to this day?"
Zi Yan condensed into a Double Fish Jade Pendant in his palm, and the eyes of the Yin Yang Fish mirrored my own and those of the Altar Maiden. Chen Xing suddenly broke off a finger from the Jade Buddha and pierced it into his Fengfu point, spraying blood arrows that traced out a Nuo Mask in midair.
When the final cry of "Wu She" echoed through the grand hall, a Dragon's Roar emerged from deep within the Rift. The Dual Soul phantom behind me suddenly reached out and grasped each other's throats, while the Phoenix Pattern and Gold Thread on my wrist crawled up my neck along my veins.
The National Master's Blood Jade shattered into Stardust amidst sound waves; one fragment brushed past the emperor's youthful face, transforming into a Blood Pearl that fell to the ground and became a black insect. "Your Majesty!" Prince Jing's arrow shot through the air but transformed into a snake upon touching Zi Yan.
Chen Xing’s bloodied Copper Coin Sword cleaved through the sound barrier, causing the White Jade Chime Stones at the Veteran Coroner's waist to shatter in response. Seizing this opportunity, I bit my tongue and sprayed blood onto the Chronicle of Earth Veins; Stardust on its remaining pages suddenly boiled, forming a Black Dragon-shaped Rift in midair.
In that instant when the emperor clapped and laughed heartily, Nine Buddha Statues abruptly changed direction. The Tyrant skulls in their palms simultaneously expelled Human Skin Scrolls, each nerve inscribed with my name.
I gripped my Golden Hairpin and aimed it at the Earth Vein Dragon Eye, but Chen Xing suddenly groaned and collapsed—his Spiderweb Pattern had spread to his left atrium, with a Jade Transformation heart beating out a sacrificial rhythm.
"Lord Ye, it's time to continue with the incense." The National Master’s phantom grasped my hand holding the hairpin, directing its tip toward his left eye.
The Black Dragon within the Rift suddenly opened its Vertical Pupil; I saw myself at five years old squatting in the Cold Palace, using a blood-stained Golden Hairpin to draw the Big Dipper on an Azure Brick. The viscous fluid seeping from between the bricks crystallized upon contact with blood, forming four Ancient Seal Script characters: "Mars Guards the Heart."
Chen Xing’s hand suddenly reached out from Zi Yan, his bloodied fingertip pressing against the phoenix eye of my Golden Hairpin.
Golden light erupted from the Black Dragon Rift, freezing everyone in place. The palms of the Reverse Sitting Buddha Statue began to chant, sending waves of sound that turned the Emperor's recently restored black hair to snow white.
Seizing the opportunity, I dragged Chen Xing towards the edge of the Rift, when suddenly, the crystalline remnants on my wrist started to devour Zi Yan.
As the second wave of Earth Veins tremors hit, I heard two voices—my own—responding in the Sea of Consciousness. "The black blood in the Cold Palace Well is the catalyst." "The altar Stardust is the true medicine."
The Prince Jing and his Imperial Guards, transformed by Jade Transformation, suddenly exploded collectively, scattering Shattered Jade that formed a complete Chronicle of Earth Veins in midair. The Emperor roared as he tore apart the record, but those scraps turned into Stardust and drilled into his seven orifices.
"Ye Qing!" Chen Xing's left hand, stained with jade, suddenly gripped my neck while his right fingertip dipped in blood drew a protective symbol on my forehead.
From the Black Dragon Rift rose a Bronze Giant Gate, its door rings sculpted into Yin Yang Fish from Twin Blood Jade. As my blood stained the Yang Fish Pupil red, a black tide spilled out from the gap in the door, instantly engulfing the Nine Buddha Statues.
The figure of National Master reformed within the black tide, his Chiw Tail Whisk transformed into my Golden Hairpin. "The time has come." He smiled as he aimed the pin at the Black Dragon's reverse scale, but Chen Xing suddenly blocked its tip with his Jade Transformation heart.
As shattering sounds echoed, my Phoenix Pattern flew off my wrist and transformed into a firebird that crashed into the Bronze Giant Gate. Amidst the thunderous collapse of Earth Veins, the young skin of the Emperor began to peel away piece by piece.
I followed Chen Xing's falling Jade Transformation body and saw his Pupil reflecting one last image—on the dragon throne behind the Bronze Giant Gate sat a girl who looked just like me, her wrist adorned with a Phoenix Pattern that was devouring the entire Black Dragon.
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