Chains and shackles!

Every hair on Lu Yun’s body bristled with fear. He shifted out of the bindings’ way just in time, ducking right under the proverbial razor’s edge.

He’d seen these trappings before. When he’d been deceived by the Skandha Extinction Tomb’s certain death layout, an akasha ghost had come. That ghost had used chains and shackles to lock him up; in fact, his soul had nearly been taken away from him. Without Qing Han’s reckless aid, he might’ve died then and there.

If his soul was bound, he would be unable to use death arts or return to hell. He hadn’t expected to see the chains and shackles again so soon, and from the nothingness in the depths of the netherworld itself to boot!

By now, Lu Yun was dodging about as quickly as he could. Alas, the shackles nipped at his heels in hot pursuit like a great black serpent. It didn’t matter how he weaved and bobbed, the chains were relentless. The Tome of Life and Death was unresponsive; it wasn’t blocking the bindings for him! 

He had to face them alone.

“What are these things?” he gasped, pushing himself to go faster still....