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As I stumbled and collided with the Golden Silk Nanmu Coffin, three hundred Jade-Transformed Remains were performing a sacrificial dance. The creaking of their joints mixed with the mournful wails of bone flutes, sending a jolt of discomfort through my molars.
The hilt of Chen Xing's sword was astonishingly hot, and the peeling scales formed half of a Tiger Tally pattern on the Azure Brick—exactly matching the Youzhou Army Secret Seal that the historian had kept under wraps.
"Don't touch the coffin!"
The Veteran Coroner's Wine Gourd struck my wrist bone. As the gourd shattered, Aged Yellow Wine splashed onto the Blood Jade Pillow, and the eerie characters for "pardon" began to writhe like live maggots.
Suddenly, the corpse of the Consort opened her eyes, the Night Pearl embedded in her eye socket reflecting my neck's Birthmark—perfectly aligned with the groove of the Bronze Sacrificial Plate.
The Shadow Guard's Eclipsed Moon Wheel brushed past my head, severing the cervical vertebrae of three Craftsman Remains. Before the decaying flesh could hit the ground, it transformed into Firefly Glow, weaving a Star Map around the coffin.
When I felt the mechanism at the bottom of the coffin, Chen Xing's sword wind abruptly changed direction, and his Darksteel sword flicked my waist Jade Pendant toward the Jade Offering Plate.
Clang—
The moment the Bronze groove swallowed the Jade Pendant, the entire Underground Palace began to tilt. I clung to the edge of the coffin to avoid slipping into the crevice but saw Chen Xing turn his sword edge toward his own heart.
Golden Incantation flickered in his pupils, and veins bulged on his wrist like a struggling Flood Dragon: "Run! Someone is controlling..."
The second strike of the Eclipsed Moon Wheel shattered the altar's southeastern corner. Amidst the flying debris, I clearly saw Chiwen appear behind Chen Xing's left ear—identical to the Controlling Soul Spell depicted in Princess Tomb's murals.
The Consort's corpse suddenly lunged at me; as her Jade Fingers reached for my throat, I blew into the Bone Whistle hidden in my sleeve.
The Vengeful Spirit Dance Formation abruptly halted.
All three hundred remains turned their heads in unison, their hollow Eye Sockets locking onto the Shadow Guard Leader. The foremost Jade Artisan opened its jaw, and Gold Thread emerged from its throat, entangling with the Eclipsed Moon Wheel. Those threads were precisely what had been used to bind souls during the forging of the Imperial Tomb years ago.
"Dui Position seven inches!"
The Veteran Coroner suddenly spat out blood. His emaciated fingers moved swiftly through the wine liquid, mixing with realgar to etch a formation diagram from Lu Ban's Secret Record onto the Azure Brick.
I rolled toward the shock point, the silver needle from my sleeve piercing the Sanyinjiao acupoint—this was the life-threatening technique my mother had taught me.
At that moment, Chen Xing's sword lunged toward my chest. The tip of the sword reflected his struggling face; blood tears streamed from his left eye, while his right eye remained cold as a puppet's.
In a critical moment, the sword suddenly blossomed into eighteen ink plum blossoms, and Darksteel transformed into fluttering petals that severed the soul-controlling threads around his wrist.
"Catch this!" he shouted, throwing me half of a Military Talisman, but he was swallowed by the suddenly collapsing floor.
I grasped the scorching Bronze Sacrificial Plate, where the Birthmark and the groove fit together, seeping Golden Elixir that crawled along my palm lines to form the River Luo Diagram.
In the northwest corner, the Child Figurine began to chant in unison; the Locking Soul Nails flying from their chests resonated with the Blood Jade Pillow.
The Shadow Guard Leader suddenly tore off his mask. The face, resembling Chen Xing's by seven parts, twisted under the light of the candle: "The Double Fish Jade Pendant was meant to belong to our Wei Chi Family!"
The Eclipsed Moon Wheel in his hand shattered into nine petals, each reflecting scenes from different times and spaces—I saw my mother twenty years ago stuffing me in a cellar as a swaddled infant, with the Yang Mian Jade Pendant embedded in her spine.
The dome of the Underground Palace began to rain down Jade Agate.
The Veteran Coroner suddenly pulled me into a coffin; the concubine's corpse had long turned into Jade Fragments, revealing a bottomless vertical well beneath.
As the sensation of weightlessness hit me, I heard the laughter of Princess One Hundred Years Ago: "Good child, let me teach you what it means to kill your kin for enlightenment."
The incantations densely covering the well walls glowed with an eerie blue light.
We fell for what felt like half a cup of tea's time before finally crashing onto an altar covered in a Star Map.
At the center of the altar lay not an idol but a Bronze Coffin pierced by eighty-one chains, its lid embedded with Fallen Iron and a Modern Chemical Equation.
"So this is what Pure World Mechanism needs—royal blood..." The Veteran Coroner's words were interrupted by a sound slicing through the air.
Chen Xing fell bloodied on the western side of the altar, still clutching his Broken Sword tightly against his heart. Behind him, the shadow guards pursuing him suddenly froze, jade-colored threads emerging from their seven orifices—these were actually derived from the same source as the soul-controlling threads manipulating Chen Xing!
I sliced my palm and pressed it onto the center of the Jade Offering Plate. The moment my blood touched Bronze, a thunderous roar of gears turning echoed throughout the Underground Palace.
At Altar Summit, the Seventy-Two Bronze Mirrors reflected tragic scenes from different times and spaces: the Young Eunuch swallowed Poisoned Wine, the Modern Researcher was consumed by a Data Stream, while my mother used a Hairpin to pierce a jade pendant into her Spine...
Chen Xing suddenly erupted, thrusting the Broken Sword towards my heart. This time, the Sword Edge struck true, yet in the moment of piercing, it transformed into a shower of Plum Rain. Amidst the damp petals, his bloodied fingers hastily inscribed in my palm: "The Soul Controller is in my Sea of Consciousness."
The altar began to collapse. From the Bronze Coffin rose a Three-Foot Jade Stele, inscribed with the Quantum Entanglement Formula written by the princess in Oracle Bone Script. As I recited the final segment of the incantation, the entire Imperial Tomb's Jade Agate resonated, and those Vengeful Spirits trapped for six hundred years transformed into flowing light, surging along the Earth Veins towards my mother’s eternal resting place on Snow Ridge.
In that last moment, Chen Xing pushed me out of the closing Time Rift. His lips formed the words "Go find the Yin Mian Jade Pendant," yet his left eye shed a tear of pitch black—an unmistakable sign of the Controlling Soul Spell's backlash. When I fell into the dark passage of the emperor's sleeping quarters, the Jade Offering Plate in my arms suddenly grew hot, and a drop of gold coalesced in its groove...
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