In the whirlpools high above the valley, three terrifying auras rose slowly.
Each breath they took caused the sky to tremble.
The pressure alone made scalps go numb and hearts pound violently, as if an invisible hand were squeezing the soul.
"Blood Sacrifice Reincarnation Technique…"
Alina stared at the three vortices, her pupils shrinking.
"So that's it. I didn't expect the Palace of the Four Cycles to actually possess forbidden arts left behind from the ancient era."
"Such a technique violates heaven and defies fate. The karma it generates won't just fall on the caster—it will be added to the entire clan."
"They're gambling with their lives."
Her expression grew solemn.
The auras within the whirlpools were rapidly solidifying. Once the ancestral souls fully descended, the bodies of the casters would become vessels, burning flesh and soul to sustain power that did not belong to this era.
