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The moment the water surged into my nostrils, my chest exploded with countless cracks like shattered Blood Jade. As the white jade fragments transformed into flowing light and seeped into the floor tiles, my spine slammed heavily against the Yin Yang Fish relief in the Tai Chi Hall.
Chen Xing's grip on my collar suddenly loosened, and the Blood Pearl that splattered from his wrist formed the shape of a phoenix's tail feather in mid-air, clinking as it shattered against the abruptly rising Bronze mermaid lamp.
"Six One Hundred Years Ago's Ministry of Works designed this heart-piercing formation." I wiped away the Jade Fragments obscuring my vision and watched the Stardust swirling in the gaps of the tiles. "So the core of the formation is the princess's vermilion powder—Chen Xing! Your Chiwen on the blade!"
As the Copper Coin Sword cleaved through the curtain of rain with its cold light, Chen Xing wiped away the blood from his chin with his other hand. The blade’s engravings came to life at that moment, a weeping phoenix climbing up his forearm along the sword tassel, and suddenly, a blinding golden light burst forth from his Twenty-Eight Constellation Finger.
The dome of Tai Chi Hall cracked open in response to the Spiderweb Pattern, and the mural of the First Generation Forbidden Technique flickered in the burning lamp oil. I saw One Hundred Years Ago's young eunuch, adorned with a Twelve Feathers Crown, kneeling at the feet of the Heart-Cutting Princess, holding a Golden Plate that contained half of a Double Fish Jade Pendant.
"Lord Ye, do you see clearly now?" Prince Jing's horse hooves crushed the last piece of formation stone, and Ironclad Guards aimed their crossbows directly at my heart. "This Yin Yang Fish formation has trapped three generations of Usurpers; when pierced by soul-locking chains through Pipa Bone, their blood can nourish the finest Soul-Awakening Incense."
Suddenly, a wine jar belonging to the Veteran Coroner fell from above. The murky liquid flowed like a river across the jade tiles, twisting and growing into the reversed inscription "Regicide Prospers" in Ancient Seal Script within the pool of blood. My right leg's Jade Transformation skin began to peel away, revealing a pulsating Star Map beneath—clearly resembling patterns from Qintianjian’s lost manuscript of Zi Wei Dou Shu.
"Cough... I can’t believe you’ve held on for three quarters of an hour." A hoarse laugh came from atop the dragon throne. The emperor’s action of peeling off his face resembled that of removing a boiled egg's shell; his face covered in Incantations oozed Jade Agate. "Qing Er, do you know why I chose you to investigate? Your mother once tested medicine for the princess and had eighty-one Locking Soul Nails embedded in her spine—"
Chen Xing suddenly redirected his sword. At that moment, as Xuanwu Star Sign cast a shadow of turtle and snake upon the ceiling, shards of Blood Jade flew out from my sleeve and precisely embedded themselves into the Golden Plate held by the Young Eunuch.
In the explosive sound of a Time-Space Rift tearing apart, steel-reinforced concrete beams from Modern Imperial Ancestral Temple intertwined with stone pillars from One Hundred Years Ago’s altar, enveloping the emperor in lightning from the extermination formation.
The National Master’s shattered face skin drifted down from cracks, revealing unhealed Blood Characters on his skeletal visage. The strokes of those princesses' names began to move suddenly, spelling out new Chant on Glazed Tile.
I picked up the fallen Soul-Awakening Incense gourd from Veteran Coroner and watched as ripples of Liuli Color floated within—reflected clearly was my mother’s smiling face when she taught me to identify Locking Soul Nails.
"The astrological signs for Mars Guards the Heart are about to change." Chen Xing suddenly pulled me back three steps.
In the center of the extermination formation, the emperor was undergoing Jade Transformation; drops of marrow fluid dripped from his fingertips onto the altar, drawing patterns resembling an Imperial Jade Seal while outside, chants from Nine Hundred Child Figurines grew increasingly urgent: "July Fourteenth, Opener dies—"
As the tiles of the Tai Chi Hall collapsed with a thunderous crash, I saw my own shadow at the end of the mirrored corridor, holding the Willow Leaf Blade.
Under the harsh lights of the Modern Laboratory, blood was seeping through the sutures of the National Master’s corpse. On the slowly rising display screen of the Dissection Table, a star chart identical to that of This Dynasty pulsated ominously.
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