Searching the Ruined Sea for Dragon Bones

A mysterious master appears at Panjiayuan! One tap of his finger drives back deadly miasma, and a black obsidian talisman hides a shocking secret

The bustling afternoon at Panjiayuan was shattered by a scream.

The hand clutching the black obsidian talisman swelled in an instant, turning blue-black as though ink were racing through the veins. As the crowd erupted, Lu Yuan, wearing a hood, stepped forward. A faint light glimmered at his fingertip as he gave the hand a gentle tap. The eerie black miasma receded like the tide. “Miasma backlash. This object is the trigger,” he said, as casually as if commenting on the weather.

The doctoral student Su Luo stared in astonishment. When she looked again, a clear aura enveloped Lu Yuan, and the long object wrapped in old cloth on his back gave off a deep blue glow like the ocean depths. In the direction the fleeing man had gone, only a wisp of gray-black, foul energy remained, so cold and sinister it turned her stomach. For the first time, her “True Sight” revealed what lay before her: some people were aggregates of energy, while certain objects concealed deadly secrets.

After buying the talisman for 1,500 yuan, Su Luo chased after Lu Yuan, demanding to know the truth. Little did she know that Wang Jinya, who had hurriedly packed up his stall and scrambled after them, was right behind her. The murky waters of Panjiayuan had already been stirred up by that talisman, and the fates of all three were now bound together, fast and tight, by that glow of deep blue and blue-black.