TAP.
The flat, seasoned bottom of the [Supreme Home-Warmth Chain-Melting Wok] lightly kissed the central master link of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Script Chains over Empress Luo Qingxue’s collarbone.
There was no deafening metallic clang. There was no blinding explosion of destructive lightning or flying iron shrapnel.
Yet the instant that humble cast-iron wok—fused with 500 Billion Dad Points, the five children’s 100% Pure Unconditional Family Love Tears, and ten years of Gu Changsheng’s unbroken kitchen hearth-fire. Touched the cursed black chains, the entire ninth sub-zero dungeon level trembled!
SKREEEEEEE!
The thirty-six black chains shrieked like thirty-six thousand ghosts caught in the morning sun!
Sensing that its most prized prisoner was about to be freed two hundred. Moreover, Ninety-two years ahead of the script. The remote corrective will of the Heavenly Script Pavilion tried to pour an ocean of minus-six-hundred-degree cosmic resentment down through the Ten-Thousand-Year Frost Pillar to reinforce the iron links.
Moreover, Trigger the 10x heart-piercing rebound curse!
