Chapter 493: Insight of the Fierce Realm

###**I. Blood Ink Map**

The Mohist contraption mirror hovered over the intelligence scroll, and when its reflected light swept over the city defense map drawn with the molter's gastric fluid, the dull‑yellow paper suddenly seeped black blood. Ao Li's fingertip just touched the blood bead, and the whole map came alive— the moat turned into a massive snake covered with scales, the top of the arrow tower opened a scarlet vertical pupil, and the marked location of the granary now showed half of Pavilion Master Xuanfeng's face.

"This isn't a map," Lín Jìn said, using the pocket watch chain to hook a drop of black blood, "it's the altar's blood‑vessel distribution." The watch chain suddenly stiffened, piercing the fortress nodes on the map like acupuncture silver needles; each punctured spot oozed glowing pus. The pus, reflected in the mirror, actually spelled out the prayer Shen Mo sang at the dark altar three days ago.

###**II. Inverted Ancient Texts**

The Dragon Clan's ancient tome turned pages by itself on the desk, and Ao Li held down the restless jade pendant. When the page recording "Nine-Star Conjunction" halted, the characters suddenly twisted into serpentine ancient script: "Space‑Time Anchor Point must be forged with light." Lín Jìn's pocket watch suddenly projected an illusion: three years ago, when the master teacher fell, the object tightly grasped in his hand was the snake‑patterned cone that shares its origin with Pavilion Master Xuanfeng's jade hairpin.

"These intel aren't from the future…" Ao Li's sword tip lifted a scale of the molter; the glowing pattern on the inner side of the scale matched the crack on the jade pendant perfectly, "they're reflections of events that have already occurred." As if confirming her words, the newly built Memorial Tower outside the window briefly became insubstantial, its body revealing the truth of being hollowed out by glowing vines.

###**III. Twin Resonance**

When the molter's blood sample was being analyzed, the crystal bottle suddenly exploded. The blood bead in the air condensed into two opposing Ao Li reflections, one wrapped in chains, the other bearing a dragon horn on its forehead. "You are feeding the altar each other," Lín Jìn shouted, flinging the pocket watch to freeze time, only to discover his own reflection rewriting the array diagram inside the blood bead.

The most lethal discovery came from the "Pure Water Talisman"— after the talisman paper was soaked in the molter's blood, the cinnabar pattern's growth rate matched that of the crack on Ao Li's jade pendant. Every incantation sent by Pavilion Master Xuanfeng generated, deep within the earth veins, a glowing blood vessel that connects to the Shenyuan Gate.

###**IV. Fractured Mirror Moment**

At the third quarter of the Rat hour, all intelligence scrolls suddenly ignited on their own. From the ashes rose nine bronze mirrors, each reflecting a scene of temporal‑spatial chaos:

1. The moment Shen Mo thrust the serpentine jade hairpin into the back of Pavilion Master Xuanfeng's neck;

2. In the underground altar of Lingxiao Pavilion, five Ao Li reflections were tearing the seal of the Dragon Soul Pearl;

3. Inside Lín Jìn's pocket watch, the gears had reassembled into a miniature Shenyuan Gate.

Ao Li's Sword Qi shattered the bronze mirror, and the shards embedded themselves into her shadow. At that moment she finally saw clearly— at the location of her shadow's heart, a snake‑patterned jade hairpin identical to Pavilion Master Xuanfeng's was lodged.

###**Conclusion, Ring of Burial Coffin Sacrifice**

"We are the offerings," Lín Jìn said, as his pocket watch split in two, revealing a circular array diagram on its interior:

- The Dragon Clan barrier is the outer ring;

- Lingxiao Pavilion's defensive array is the middle ring;

- The frontier new city is the inner ring.

The energy of each ring flows through the Pure Water Talisman and the molter's bloodline, continuously feeding the Shenyuan Gate. And at the Array Eye, what spins are Ao Li's shattered jade pendant and Lín Jìn's pocket watch— they had long been forged into Space‑Time Anchor Points that devour light.

A huge crash rang from outside the window, and the first Memorial Tower collapsed with a thunderous crash. Amidst the spray of bricks and stones, nine Ao Li reflections burst from the ground, their Dragon‑song swords' cracks aligning with the patterns on the jade pendant to form a complete Burial Coffin Sacrifice incantation.