The Pearl of Xiangge and the Calamity That Shook the World

When Shen Qingyan pieced together the complete dragon-patterned jade, the rumble of an ancient mechanism suddenly sounded from deep within the Tanxiang Pavilion. Lin Mosong appeared with Zhu Qing, turning the last missing fragment in his hand. His sneer cut through the curtain of rain. "Want the truth? Come with me to meet the true Master of the Three Incenses."

The group was led into the pavilion's secret passage. In the wavering candlelight, a royal emblem from a former dynasty emerged on the walls. Su Yingxue suddenly pressed a hand to the trembling Fengyin Flute at her waist. Its patterns fit perfectly with those in the mural. The moment the hidden door opened, a jade pearl hovered above an altar of blood jade, giving off an eerie glow. At the center of the altar stood a bronze incense burner engraved with Sanskrit, none other than the legendary Myriad Forms Burner, said to command all beneath heaven.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.