The Six Dao coins were held in Kamiyagawa's hand. After a while, the gold and silver broken bridge beneath his feet seemed to respond, trembling with a low rumble.
The six copper coins vibrated in sync, then transformed into mottled copper light and flew from Kamiya's hand.
The coins streaked through the black water and white mist, their outlines abruptly enlarging, buzzing as they fell from the air, and slowly inlaying themselves into the cross-section of the broken bridge.
Waves roared in the MingHe, and the cries of tormented souls echoed without end.
Standing at the head of the bridge, Kamiya's clothing and hair were dampened by the dense moisture in the air. His eyes, now deeper and darker than ever, stared ahead. He saw, in front of him, six gigantic coins, overlapping and arranged together, forging a new bridge body that stretched toward the heavy, unknown darkness beyond.
"So the Six Dao coins are really used here after all."
