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As the Blood Pearl dripped onto the Star Map, five hundred eighty-four points of light suddenly floated up. Each point contained a Jade Prince, their Gold Threads intertwining above, forming a chessboard pattern on the dome, while my palm lines perfectly overlapped with a crack from One Hundred Years Ago.
"Don't touch the pawn in the northwest corner!" Chen Xing's sword tassel swept past my ear, severing three strands of hair. Those few strands transformed into Jade Fragments before they even touched the ground, piecing together half of a woman's face in the fierce winds of the Extermination Array—exactly that of the Heart-Cutting Princess, whose name had been erased from history.
The Blood Jade shard in my palm felt scorching hot, and the princess's sigh pierced through my skull: "Qing Yuan, does your mother's Locking Soul Nails still hold down a strand of my hair?" Outside the array, Prince Jing's cavalry was crashing against the barrier, yet I could hear the faint cracking sound of porcelain slicing through flesh from One Hundred Years Ago.
Suddenly, Chen Xing pulled me towards the center of the Qian position in the array. The blood seeping from his wrist drew a map of the palace on the Azure Brick; at the missing northwest corner, an ominous bronze door beneath the emperor's sleeping quarters appeared.
"The Double Fish Jade Pendant is missing its shadow side," he said, lifting the Blood Jade at my waist with his blade. "The sun side has been buried in your mother's spine for twenty years." Just then, Prince Jing's private soldiers broke through from the southeast corner of the array.
Time and space shattered like broken glass, and a sharp fragment of memory grazed my cheek—a Young Eunuch knelt at the princess's feet, holding a Golden Plate with the Double Fish Jade Pendant resonating with a hum alongside the Blood Jade. The Chihwen Knife suddenly slipped from my grasp and flew towards the heart of the array.
The blood-sucking phoenix carved into its blade absorbed energy from the Double Fish Jade Pendant and transformed into a Golden Hairpin amidst gasps from everyone present, its tail engraved with a star map of the First Generation Princess's tomb. "So this is what Chiwunwei's heirloom token is—a Hairpin."
The Veteran Coroner drunkenly tossed out a piece of paper; chessboard patterns bled through onto yellow hemp paper, spelling out Blood Characters for "Parricide as Proof." A tremor like a Dragon's Roar came from the direction of the emperor's sleeping quarters.
I was about to remind Chen Xing to pay attention to the Dui Position in the array when an immense force suddenly shoved me from behind. In that moment when my soul left my body, I saw my own form collapse to the ground, and my vision suddenly lowered by three inches—I had attached myself to the Young Eunuch!
The princess’s blood-stained fingertips danced before my eyes. Her neck wound rolled with jade-colored veins as she steadily inscribed the final Incantation with her porcelain shard. "Good child, send my eyes to Qing Yuan," she said, pressing a blood-stained jade pendant into my palm. The smile on her lips was a hundred times gentler than recorded in history: "Tell that child that all the tears I shed while killing my brothers are now condensed within her mother's Locking Soul Nails."
The phantom of Xuanwu Star Sign suddenly enveloped the altar.
The eunuch I possessed began to uncontrollably raise his hand, the sharp edge of the porcelain shard aimed at the princess's violently pulsing carotid artery.
At the edge of my vision, the sword light of Chen Xing flashed towards the center of the formation, while outside the array, the chanting of Nine Hundred Child Figurines overlapped with the buzzing of modern instruments.
"Don't look at the ending!"
The true roar came from my body, which had collapsed to the ground. Chen Xing's Sword Edge deflected three inches at a critical moment, sending the porcelain shard that was about to pierce the princess's throat flying away.
At that instant, the Time-Space Rift reached its critical point, and the shadowless lamp of the Modern Laboratory and the altar's merman candle simultaneously blazed to life—
I saw two versions of myself gazing at each other across six hundred years through a Blood Mist.
The corpse of the National Master on the Dissection Table suddenly sat up; buried within his chest was the key to the Princess Tomb, while the star chart on the display began to reverse, ultimately freezing on the day my mother had the Locking Soul Nails implanted during a Solar Eclipse.
The Golden Hairpin, transformed from the Chihwen Knife, suddenly pierced through both time and space.
As the tips of hairpins pressed against both modern and ancient princess coffins, eight hundred Jade Figurines of Eight Hundred Young Boys and Girls wailed in unison.
In the moment my soul was pulled back into my body, I heard the muffled sound of six porcelain shards embedding into flesh perfectly coincide with the shrill alarm of current instruments.
Chen Xing's bloodied hand covered my eyes.
Yet, the princess's dying words had already burned into my retina—clearly a phrase encrypted with a modern coordinate in code.
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