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Qin Si's fingers tightened without awareness, and the Starlight Cookies deep within her apron emitted a buzzing sound.
Aelia wrapped a silver chain around the floating Wedding Ring Fragment, her Ice Blue Skirt sweeping across the Peacock Stone Tiles etched with the Celestial Chart. The Twelve Rays bell continued to resonate within the stone Dome.
"Sanctuary Hall," Lucius tapped the Ground lightly with his Ebony Cane, and three floating gears suddenly formed a Triangle Coordinate. "Three Hundred Years Ago, the First Generation Fortress Master used the Fallen Dragon's Spine as the Base..."
Luna curled up in Qin Si's arm, counting the Magic Patterns between the Pillars, her Emerald Pupils reflecting the vanishing spells with each toll of the bell.
As everyone turned into the East Wing Corridor, she suddenly grasped Qin Si's Amber Pendant at her chest—an artifact personally given to the Head Maid by Aelia that morning.
"Are you cold, Miss?" Qin Si wrapped the embroidered Peacock Blue Shawl tighter around her, unaware that the surface of the Star Chart Device in her arms was seeping Pale Golden Mist.
The mist climbed along Luna's curled ankle, condensing into fine Xing Mang on her left Hand Back.
Lucius abruptly halted his narration; the crystal ball atop his cane reflected a strange double image.
Brother San shoved aside a servant who tried to assist him, brushing past the Wall Relief with his jam-stained sleeve. The dormant Magic Defense Array, which had slept for a century, suddenly illuminated with ghostly blue veins.
Aelia's Neck Wedding Ring Fragment let out a screech, shattering two floating magical lamps.
"The twelve Great Mages who built the Holy Icon poured their blood into creating the Protective Barrier." Lucius waved his staff to extinguish the splattering Xing Huo. Zhang Jian traced a Burning Family Crest pattern in the air. "Do you see those Silver Blue Light Spots?
That is the Blessing Power infused by the First Generation Castle Lord's Lady before her death..."
Luna's Luna suddenly grew warm; she pretended to be captivated by the Crystal Chandelier and waved her arms.
As Qin Si adjusted her hold, the infant's Fingertip brushed against the floating Silver Blue Spots.
The Wedding Ring Fragment sealed by Aelia using a Secret Technique suddenly broke free from its silver chain and transformed into Liuguang, disappearing into the Groove of the Sanctuary Hall's doorframe.
"Mother!" The elder brother's Wheelchair rolled over the glowing Peacock Stone Tiles, and the Metal Hub sparked purple flames on the Magic Circle. "Father was once in..."
Leonard suddenly pressed down on Lucius' thin shoulders, the Golden Lion Emblem on his cloak flashing with a dark red glimmer.
Luna noticed the faint ring mark on the Lord's left ring finger—at that moment in the original plot, the true wedding ring was being worn by Leonard's Concubine.
As the bronze door slowly opened with an ancient incantation, Brother San abruptly tugged at the hanging curtain.
The silk embroidered with forbidden runes burned in his palm, and from the ashes rose a magical mist. At that moment, twelve Guardian Beast Statues surrounding the Holy Icon opened their crystal eyes simultaneously.
"Fool!" Lucius' staff struck heavily against the ground, and within the crystal ball emerged a scene from three hundred years ago when the Holy Icon was completed.
In Leonard's last night, the bloodied First Generation Fortress Master was inserting Leonard's Sword into the ground. The sword's hilt, embedded with Long Jing, resonated with the crystal held at that moment near the Holy Icon, causing everyone’s innate brand to throb painfully.
Aelia suddenly clutched her heart; she had glimpsed Leonard's last night through divination last night—it was now replaying before her eyes. The third eye on the Holy Icon slowly rotated, but what reflected in its pupil was not anyone present; instead, it was Luna’s star chart taking shape above her.
"When darkness envelops Glory's Pinnacle, the Holy Icon will awaken due to pure blood." Lucius recited the inscription engraved on the base, pointing his staff at a spider web-like crack on the heart of the Holy Icon.
Those cracks began to ooze amber liquid as Leonard's Sword suddenly emitted a hum from the Star Chart Device. As it dripped, it etched a pattern identical to Luna’s into the ground.
Luna's breath became urgent, and a silver light flickered like data streams deep within her emerald pupils.
As Aelia pricked her fingertip with a silver needle to draw blood, the wailing of an infant drowned out the sound of cracking coming from the Saint Statue Base.
Blood fell into the cracks of Shan Na. Suddenly, after three hundred years of stillness, the Holy Icon raised its right arm, its fingertip pointing toward the Lord's waist where a transmitting crystal trembled slightly—there had just been a flash of an SOS signal from Leonard's Concubine.
As Aurora took shape like a sword blade in the dome, Luna suddenly trembled violently in Qin Si's arms.
In her vision, all magic flows transformed into blood-red threads. Amidst the frantic flashing warnings of the system prompt, a countdown phantom slowly emerged behind the Holy Icon that only reincarnators could see.
Luna's pupils abruptly constricted into sharp points; in her magical vision, all blood-red dark purple threads suddenly went taut.
She saw amber liquid surging from the cracks of the Saint Statue Base crawling along the ground toward Leonard, while the vibration frequency of the Lord’s waist transmitting crystal produced an eerie resonance with the light spot on the Holy Icon’s fingertip.
The baby girl let out a heart-wrenching cry, her emerald eyes flashing with fragmented images of the Celestial Chart.
Qin Si fumbled to pat the swaddling blanket, completely unaware that the Starlight Cookies in her apron were turning into Quicksand, the grains solidifying into miniature Astrolabes as they hit the ground, slipping through the gaps in the floor tiles and into the cracks of the Holy Icon's base.
Aelia tore off the silver chain from her neck and pressed the Wedding Ring Fragment against Luna Mei Xin.
In the icy brilliance, a complete Star Chart suddenly emerged from the back of the baby girl's left hand, perfectly overlapping with the pattern projected by the Third Eye on the Holy Icon's forehead.
Lucius's staff slipped from his grip, and the crystal orb at its tip exploded into countless shards of Prism in mid-air, each reflecting Leonard's Last Night from three hundred years ago as he lay on his deathbed.
"Mother!" The eldest brother turned his wheelchair and crashed into a servant trying to block him, the metal hub crushing a forming Magic Circle beneath him.
His disabled left leg suddenly oozed purple-black mist, and as the mist touched the base of the Saint Statue, all twelve Guardian Beast Statues let out a deafening roar.
Leonard's transmitting crystal beneath his cloak suddenly shattered, sending splintered fragments flying and drawing blood from Aelia and Luna.
The Lord abruptly turned around, and the red light bursting from the Golden Lion Emblem intertwined with the silver blue light emanating from the fingertip of the Holy Icon, spiraling together in mid-air.
Brother San's jam-stained sleeve ignited spontaneously, dark purple flames revealing Nightshade Flowers blooming in the outer courtyard—exactly the deadly poison that had led Second Brother into a magical abyss in the original story.
"Watch out!" Lucius suddenly grabbed Second Brother by the back of his collar and pulled him back.
The burning fabric turned to ashes in mid-air, forming a poisonous serpent pattern that lunged toward Second Brother’s neck, where his curse mark had yet to heal.
Aelia's Wedding Ring Fragment erupted with moonlight-like radiance, freezing those ash serpents in mid-air.
Luna's cries abruptly ceased.
At some point, chains made of Star Sand had wrapped around the curled-up baby girl's ankles, with their other ends connected to a crack in the Holy Icon's heart.
When Aelia pierced her fingertip with a silver needle, blood pearls surged forth but did not fall; instead, they floated and split into twelve pieces, precisely landing in the gaping mouths of the Guardian Beast Statues.
The Aurora Blade in the Sanctuary Hall Dome suddenly shattered, transforming into a shower of starlit fragments.
The Long Jing embedded in my elder brother's Wheelchair Armrest began to heat up, and the long-dormant pain in his Left Leg surged back—those Purple Black Mist were being devoured by the Amber Liquid pouring from the cracks in the Saint Statue Base.
Blood seeped from the Curse Mark on Second Brother's Neck, and as it touched the ground, it morphed into the screaming faces of restless spirits, only to be shattered by Lucius's wand.
When the last drop of essence seeped into the Third Eye on the Holy Icon's forehead, the entire Magic Castle fell into an eerie silence.
All floating magical lamps extinguished, leaving only Luna's Star Chart swirling in the darkness.
The eyes of the Twelve Guardian Beast Statues gradually dimmed, their Crystal Pupils turning into Quicksand that coalesced on the Ground into the silhouette of the First Generation Castle Lord's Lady.
Ailya's Silver Hair stirred without wind as she witnessed the vision from her Divination last night—Leonard's Last Night was materializing. The right arm of the Holy Icon slowly raised, not pointing towards the Transmitting Crystal but directed towards the Underground Chamber of the Magic Castle.
That secret chamber recorded in ancient texts, where the Forbidden Grimoire containing the seal of the First Generation Castle Lord's Lady was hidden.
Suddenly, Luna reached out and grasped Aelia's silver chain, as a Blood Pearl seeping from the infant's Palm etched a Micro Star Map onto the Chain.
As only three runes remained on the Countdown Phantom behind the Holy Icon, a roar erupted from below as the Frost Dragon Bones awakened.
Lucius's wand Remains suddenly stood upright. Within the Light Barrier formed by Crystal Shards, everyone clearly saw that the Nightshade Flowers blooming in the Outer Courtyard were growing wildly—each flower held within it the open Pupil of Second Brother's dear friend.
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