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As the Golden Elixir congealed into a Blood Pearl within the groove of the Bronze Sacrificial Plate, the entire dark passage suddenly became entwined with azure veins. The birthmark on the back of my hand burned like a branding iron, and those Jade Agates embedded in the brick crevices seemed to come alive, wriggling their way up my pant leg and into my skin.
"The Pure World Mechanism is backfiring!" I exclaimed, gripping the searing Jade Offering Plate and smashing open the hidden door.
The moment moonlight poured in, I saw the He Huan Tree in the imperial garden rapidly withering; its petals shattered into bone powder before they even touched the ground. From thirty paces away, the sound of shattering porcelain echoed from the Imperial Medical Institute, where a right hand transformed by Shou Fu Jade pierced through a window frame, its fingertips dangling a half-severed intestine of a physician.
Chen Xing's Ceremonial Sword emitted a Dragon's Roar from within its sheath. I leaped onto the rafters, chasing after the sound of the sword. Below me, the moat was illuminated by ninety-nine Bone Lanterns floating on its surface. The lampshades were crafted from thin slices of Pipa Bone, each wick flickering with an eerie blue flame—clearly the birth fire of Nobility.
"The third lamp at Dui Position!"
The Veteran Coroner's breath reeked of alcohol as it sprayed against my ear. His withered palm struck my back, and the Realgar Wine seeping from his palm burned a protective spell into my spine. Using his force, I vaulted into the air, and with my Yuchang Sword, I pierced through the nearest Bone Lantern. A wave of putrid stench hit me—inside the lampshade curled a three-inch human tongue, its tip inscribed with Oracle Bone Script identical to that found on the Blood Jade Pillow.
Suddenly, the sword sheath trembled and slipped from my grasp. Chen Xing's Ceremonial Sword unsheathed itself autonomously, its Sword Edge grazing my hair as it severed the iron chains of the Bone Lantern. At that moment, Darksteel collided with Bronze, and a thunderous sound erupted from the direction of the Imperial Tomb.
Bureaucrats clad in official robes surged out from the alleyways, their pupils gleaming with a jade hue. As their official boots struck against the bluestone pavement, they left behind bloody ice flowers.
"The Waking Corpse Spell! This is an ancient Waking Corpse Spell!"
The Veteran Coroner suddenly bit through his tongue. He sprayed a mixture of blood and wine into the air; under moonlight, droplets formed dense Sanskrit characters. "The bell tolls as time rewrites itself; hurry and sever..."
The Chihwen Knife suddenly flew from my waist. As its blade engulfed the Incantation in an instant, a surge of malevolent energy cleaved toward the bell tower. Amidst flying debris, half of a Silver Lock wrapped in blood rain plummeted down.
The moment I caught it, the intertwined bite marks on the Silver Lock suddenly writhed, forming my mother's face in the palm of my hand.
"Don't look at the bite marks!"
Chen Xing's bloodied handkerchief covered my eyes.
The sound of fabric tearing mixed with his suppressed groans. When I pulled down the covering, I saw his left arm pierced by the branches of the Jade Transformation's Sophora Tree.
Dark blood dripped onto the surface of the Silver Lock, and those bite marks began to gnaw at his flesh.
I thrust the Yuchang Sword into the trunk of the Sophora Tree.
The moment the blade touched the heart of the tree, the ancient wood emitted a baby's cry, and thick, milky sap gushed from the cracks in its bark.
Chen Xing suddenly rolled towards me, his chest vibrating as he recited a Sanskrit mantra. The ground where he had been standing was already corroded by Jade Agate, creating a pit nearly ten feet deep.
The sound of bells grew increasingly urgent.
The Minister of Rites had already reached for the Imperial Tomb Stone Gate, his official robe revealing Jade Silk weaving hexagrams on the door ring.
I cut my index finger and drew the River Luo Diagram on the Jade Offering Plate. The moment the Bronze patterns absorbed blood and glowed, the vengeful spirits of Three Hundred Craftsmen surged from the Earth Veins, their hammers striking down upon the Bureaucrats like a tolling Bian Zhong.
"Quarter Past Midnight!"
The Veteran Coroner suddenly smashed a Wine Gourd against the eaves of Tai Chi Hall.
As Glazed Tile shattered upon hitting the ground, the curse power absorbed by the Chihwen Knife erupted violently.
When Blade Qi split through the clouds, I saw that the Milky Way displayed a chemical equation from the Bronze Coffin, with the positions of Beidou's seven stars clearly corresponding to acupuncture points along my mother's spine.
Chen Xing's palm suddenly covered my neck.
The warmth from his fingertips penetrated through my Birthmark, and suddenly, in my Sea of Consciousness, I heard a cold laugh from six One Hundred Years Ago princesses: "Good granddaughter, can you guess how many layers of curses I planted in your lover's soul?"
I turned to ask but saw that his right eye had already transformed into Jade; blood tears flowed from his left eye, forming hexagrams on his cheek.
At that moment, the Silver Lock emitted a buzzing sound.
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