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…Damn it… I've fallen for another trap!
[When the bone blade drinks blood, the soul-subduing formation rings; where the soul jade shatters, brothers turn against each other. In this trial, we'll have to pay with our lives!]
Clutching the burning-hot soul-subduing jade, Shen Yanzhi finally understood his grandfather's dying words when he heard the bloodstained bone blade shriek: "The closest people hide the sharpest knives."
In the black fog of Duanlong Pass, Shen Mo's dagger pierced his shoulder, but stopped when he saw the blood mark in Shen Yanzhi's palm. It was a mark unique to the Shen bloodline, identical to the soul-subduing talisman that had sealed the Netherworld King three hundred years ago.
"Brother, just trust me this once…" Shen Mo's blood dripped onto the soul jade. Its light suddenly burst forth, revealing the Netherworld King's remnant soul grinning at the bottom of the Spirit Abyss.
When Chen Xiaoqi's green-scaled sword cleaved through the eighth walking corpse, the dragon-scale pendant suddenly grew hot. The silhouette in the mirror of Long Zhan holding the Netherworld crystal core matched perfectly with the background of the last call before her father went missing.
The moment Lin Shuang's heart-cleansing jade froze the Netherworld vines, the mark over her heart shone with a green light. At last, she saw the truth in the depths of the bronze mirror: she was no ordinary orphan, but a descendant of a dragon woman and Shen Jinghong. And what had kept the Spirit Abyss sealed for three hundred years had never been the Netherworld King.
As the twelve soul jades trembled in his palm, Shen Yanzhi suddenly understood: the so-called soul-subduing formation had never been a seal. It was a sacrifice.
