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"": ""He is dying!"
"You can do nothing to me!"
"A Yang Spirit has left the mortal world and cannot interfere with it!"
The voice from the Three-Altars Abbey Master's mouth was icy beyond measure.
"Luo Bin's" body abruptly sank.
The ringing incantation rose again.
"Heavenly Canopy, Heavenly Canopy, baleful child of the nine origins, commander of the five Ding, lofty elder of the North! Seven governors and eight spirits, supreme and boundlessly fierce, long-skulled giant beast, holding the imperial bell!"
"..."
"..."
"Great axe that cleaves the heavens, slay the five forms of ghosts! Flame Emperor's blazing blood, Northern Dipper's burning bones, Four Luminaries that shatter skeletons, Heavenly You that annihilates their kind! With one stroke of the divine blade, ten thousand ghosts crumble!"
"Swiftly, in accordance with Marshal Heavenly Canopy's command!"
This incantation was at least several times longer.
Luo Bin even felt that he had failed to catch all of it.
As the incantation ended, the Three-Altars Abbey Master grunted. Talismanic inscriptions seemed to emerge across his face, neck, and body, tightening relentlessly like chains!
"Heavenly Canopy Soul Lock! Your Yin Spirit can no longer leave!"
Luo Bin could already feel himself on the verge of collapse.
"And... then..."
"He is... no longer... of use..."
The Three-Altars Abbey Master's speech grew halting again.
The "he" naturally referred to Luo Bin.
Suddenly, Luo Bin felt an emptiness within his body.
The Yang Spirit Patriarch had left him.
His heartbeat was erratic, and weakness filled every limb and bone, leaving Luo Bin even less able to stand.
The Three-Altars Abbey Master's gaze remained fixed on him.
"You lock me away... ten years... a hundred years?"
"And... then?"
His broken words sounded even more hollow as they echoed around them.
Panting heavily, Luo Bin tried to