"Humm-"
Just as Chaos Sword Qi gathered once more at Han Li's fingertips, his killing intent laid bare, a complicated gleam of resolve and anguish suddenly flashed through Yue Li's silver-moon crimson eyes. She no longer tried to restore the dim, broken ancestral spirit apparition behind her. Instead, she bit down hard on her tongue and spat out a stream of life-bound essence blood far purer than before, even threaded with wisps of silver-crimson Dao Rhythm!
The essence blood did not disperse. Instead, it swiftly traced an exceedingly ancient, intricate blood-colored rune in midair. At its center, the faint apparition of an ancient lamp could be seen.
"With the blood of this holy maiden, with the ancestral spirit's soul as the guide, awaken the slumbering guardian-the Origin Bright Lamp!"
With Yue Li's cry, which seemed to drain every last ounce of her strength, the blood-colored rune exploded into a streak of bloody light. In an instant, it plunged into the central altar of the battered Heavenly Lan Holy Temple below-the frozen, ancient altar built from the bones of generations of Holy Temple priests!
"Rumble-!!!"
The entire Heavenly Lan Holy Temple, along with the thousand-mile stretch of grassland below, began to shake violently! No-the whole earth was trembling! A terrifying pressure, far more ancient and vast than when the ancestral spirit apparition had appeared, and even carrying a trace of desolate, primordial wilderness, slowly awakened like a colossal beast that had slept for countless ages, spreading from the depths of the Bone Altar!
"Crack! Crack!"
The ten-thousand-year profound ice covering the altar shattered inch by inch, exposing the heaps of white bones beneath. At the center, encircled by countless skeletons, a bean-sized flame quietly kindled-faint yet incomparably concentrated, as though it could illuminate the darkness of all eternity.
The flame shone