The cosmic eye of the Planetary Heavenly Dao narrowed into a blinding slit of righteous gold.
On the summit of Mount North-Star, Supreme Ancestor Sima Kun finally realized what was happening.
The cold wind whistling through his sparse white hair carried the unmistakable, metallic scent of charged extinction thunder. It was not aimed at the city in the valley. It was aimed directly at the bridge of his own nose.
Sima Kun looked down at his palms in mounting hysteria.
During the array activation, fifty million Immortal Jade worth of forbidden blood-crystals had melted under high friction. The sticky, dark crimson slag had hardened like cooling volcanic slag, cementing his ancient fingers directly to the three-hundred-foot copper conductor.
“Let go!” Sima Kun shrieked, kicking the base of the brass pole in frantic terror. “Let go of my hands, you cursed piece of scrap metal! Let go!”
Beside him on the rocky ridge, Ancestor Qian was desperately sawing at his own palms with an iron dagger. “Brother Sima, the blood-glue won’t peel! The ancient blood-contract has locked the pole directly to our spiritual meridians!”
Ancestor Wang looked straight up into the clouds from West-Crest Peak. His dried skull face turned the color of spoiled curd.
