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As the ice silk wrapped around the third circle, my fingertip was suddenly cut by a shard of the Reflection Mirror. I stared at the Blood Pearl seeping into the star map, its crimson hue winding along the trajectory of Xuan Yu and Fate Star, forming a spell—just like the protective spirit array my mother had drawn on the Star Hub three hundred years ago.
Outside the Window Lattice, an urgent knocking sounded from the Immortal Attendant: " Immortal Sovereign, please change your attire and proceed to the Cleansing Star Platform immediately." I brushed my fingers over the phoenix tail hairpin at the bottom of my makeup box, and the Ice Spirit Stone embedded at its end began to hum.
This was a protective spirit tool forged by my mother with half of her Immortal Essence, and now it resonated with the lightning patterns left by Xuan Yu on the Cleansing Star Platform. The red candle flickered in the turbulence of the mysterious spiritual energy, casting reflections of me and Xuan Yu in our Newlywed Attire that looked like blood-stained battle robes.
"Don't use your Linghuan Fairy Realm techniques to approach me." He waved his sleeve, brushing away my hand that reached for Fate Star, while Xuan color's wide sleeves swept across the table, knocking over the Heavenly Wedding Wine. The amber nectar soaked into my hemline embroidered with nine-turn lotus patterns, forming dark patterns on the Jadeite floor that mirrored those on Wang Xuan's jade tablet.
The clash of celestial power caused all twelve glass palace lamps hanging between the beams to shatter simultaneously. I stumbled and steadied myself against the star hub instrument, blood surging in my throat staining the ice lotus flower adornment. The Glabella mark on Xuan Yu suddenly lit up, devouring all of the spiritual connection I had quietly planted moments before.
For thirty days and nights thereafter, I was always rebounded back to my chamber by the mysterious spiritual barrier at dawn. Xuan Yu used Wang Xuan's Ink Qilin brush to draw sealing spells on the window gauze; every time I attempted to heal my ankle burns with Yue Po Pearl, those incantations would transform into black serpents gnawing at my spiritual veins.
Tonight, before he vanished, he had thrown his dark iron scepter which was still pinned against the gilded screen; ice crystals formed along its edge, identical in texture to my phoenix tail hairpin. "Do you think you can pry into Xuanjie secret arts using Linghuan Xian Pavilion's Reflection Mirror?" He sneered as his dark jade forehead ornament glinted coldly. "Wang Xuan from three hundred years ago could break your Feng clan's Nine Star Formation."
As the clapper rang at midnight, enveloped in a unique azure mist of spiritual illusion escape technique, I was wrapping the blood-stained ice silk around the Reflection Mirror. The mirror reflected the soul-calling bell hanging from the eaves of Linghuan Xian Pavilion's seventh floor—this was a wind chime that Yang Lin had tied for me with Eastern Sea shark silk during my Coming-of-Age Ceremony.
At that moment when the escape technique activated, a crimson golden light suddenly burst forth from my wrist bracelet. This was a spirit-locking bracelet that Xuan Yu had forcibly placed on me last night; now it tore open a rift while crossing through the Xuanjie barrier due to being tainted with blood from the phoenix tail hairpin.
Countless fragments of memories surged out from that rift: three hundred years ago, Wang Xuan entered the star hub formation wearing matching Ink Qilin ear pendants; my mother pierced her phoenix tail hairpin into my Heart to draw protective spells; Yang Lin released my fingertip amidst an Eastern Sea whirlpool as shattered starlight filled his eyes...
When stardust from Linghuan Xian Pavilion rushed towards me, I heard a crisp sound from the soul-calling bell that was different from before. The wind chime that once flowed with gentle moonlight now vibrated with Yang Lin's unique Nine Heavens Echo Technique frequency. From deep within the loft came the sound of a jade tablet falling; three hundred years ago, that double carp jade pendant I had sealed with my own hands began to emit a faint glow in a glass lamp filled with Silktree Albizia Flower.
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