Bai Muxing looked up at the cracked sky. Nine bronze chains were twisting around a giant monument like a horned dragon. The body of the monument was pitch black, and the dark gold blood seeping out of the cracks actually boiled in the lightning and turned into blood mist. The sound of the chains clashing was like the roar of a death knell, and every sound caused severe pain to his soul.
"Is this... The Sky Burial Monument?" Fairy Piaomiao's fingertips trembled, and the strings of her piano broke with a clang. She once saw a fragment of a sentence in a torn ancient book - "The Nine Dragons Locking the Sky Monument will bury all the eternal tribulations."
"Use the Nine Nethers as a prison and the Canglong as a lock. If future generations see this monument, they should know that the way of heaven cannot be trusted and the human heart cannot be measured."
