The black iron ring on Xiao Huo’s left thumb shattered into molten slag.
“Wait! What is the Heavenly Script doing to my soul?!” Poison-Elder Wu’s terrified shriek echoed straight out of Xiao Huo’s open mouth, his raspy old voice overlapping with the teenager’s roar.
“Don’t burn my spiritual body as fuel! No—!”
Boom!
A pillar of purple-black fire ten yards wide erupted from Xiao Huo’s chest, ripping his muddy white robes to ash and blasting the granite flagstones around his boots into red-hot gravel.
Up on the front porch of the [Gu Family Flying Courtyard], [Dad’s Plot-Spoiler Notebook] flipped open on the tea table by itself. Lines of jagged crimson text scribbled furiously across the paper:
*[Warning! Foreknowledge Decay Active! Original World #1 Plotline (“Xiao Huo’s Righteous Triumph”)
has collapsed below 5% believability!]*
