Unveiling the Mystical Artifact That Stuns Heaven and Earth, A Grand Event in the Immortal Sect Heralds a New Chapter

The mist swirling on the surface of the bronze mirror engulfed the outline of the celestial palace. Shen Yi’s fingertips were now only three inches from the mirror’s frame.

Amid the rumbling collapse of the earth’s veins, he distinctly heard the sound of a bronze door knocker striking from within the mirror. That sound resonated with the alarm blaring in his sea of consciousness, making his temples throb painfully.

“Are you mad?” Gao Yao’s sword qi wove a net of light among the shattered stones. Her jade hairpin had long since fallen somewhere unknown, and her scattered black hair was whipped about by the surge of spiritual energy.

She caught sight of the dark golden markings emerging on the nape of Shen Yi’s neck, her pupils suddenly contracting—clear signs of the awakening of an ancient bloodline.

Shen Yi’s boots gouged two deep furrows into the ground; the excruciating pain from the loss of control over his spiritual power only made him grin. “Senior Sister, look how well this mirror suits you. Once I—” His words abruptly cut off as his outstretched right hand was suddenly sucked onto the mirror’s surface. The blood seeping from the web of his thumb hovered and condensed into some kind of talisman.

At that moment, the entire treasure vault’s trembling suddenly ceased in an eerie silence, and the scattered spirit jades across the floor emitted a collective buzzing.

“Let go!” Gao Yao’s Frost Moon Sword unsheathed with a sharp clang, but the blade shattered into a flurry of icy crystals the instant it touched the bronze mirror.

Within the mirror, the mist abruptly twisted into a vortex, the tremendous suction pulling their hair ribbons taut.

Shen Yi felt invisible hands clutching at his internal organs. The system’s screen exploded across his retina in shards of warning red patterns, while the golden exclamation mark floating above his spiritual power bar grew ever brighter.

The space around the hidden compartment began to warp; piles of spirit jade vaporized into azure smoke one after another.

Biting his tongue to steady himself, Shen Yi discovered his spiritual power was flowing backward along the Taotie patterns engraved on the mirror frame. Each pattern lit up, and the scene of the celestial palace within the mirror grew clearer.

He suddenly recalled what the old trickster, the Venerable Huang, said when he exchanged the bronze beast’s head talisman with him: “Return the item to its rightful owner.”

Boom—

The dome above suddenly ruptured, and seven gilded battle flags pierced the ground, transforming a ten-zhang radius into a golden cage.

Ling Xian floated down, treading the Bagua formation. The pressure of his late Foundation Establishment stage cultivation instantly pulverized the scattered stones beneath his feet.

This cold-faced immortal sect mentor cast a glance at Shen Yi, whose body was half swallowed by the bronze mirror, and from his sleeve flew thirty-six immortal-binding ropes.

“How dare a petty thief covet the sect’s treasured relic?” Ling Xian’s thunderous scolding changed tone sharply when he saw the dark golden markings on Shen Yi’s neck. “The Tianque bloodline? Impossible...”

Taking advantage of the moment, Gao Yao crushed the jade pendant at her waist, instantly expanding an ice-blue barrier three feet wide.

Grabbing Shen Yi’s left arm, which had yet to be swallowed, her voice trembled even as she tried to remain composed: “Cut off the connection quickly! This Sky-Gazing Mirror will devour the fate of anyone who touches it!”

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Shen Yi’s vision began to double; amid the intense pain, he managed to read the inscription inside the mirror frame—it was clearly the ancient divine language displayed on the system’s screen.

Just as Ling Xian’s immortal-binding ropes were about to coil around his ankle, Shen Yi mustered his last spiritual energy and croaked, “Mark it!”

The golden exclamation mark shattered in response, transforming into a stream of light that entered the bronze mirror.

A dragon-like bell toll suddenly echoed from the mirror’s celestial palace, and Shen Yi felt as if he were being thrown into scalding lava, then plunged into eternal ice.

Before his consciousness faded, he vaguely saw the moisture in Gao Yao’s eyes as she lunged forward, and Ling Xian’s hesitant fingers weaving mystical hand seals.

The darkness came more gently than expected; a warm pulse awakened from his dantian.

In the void, Shen Yi heard the system’s prompt grow ethereal and distant, as if separated by countless mountains and rivers, or perhaps... coming from within the mirror’s world.

Suddenly, a burst of golden light erupted from his dantian like the dawn’s first rays. The previously warped space around the hidden compartment stretched and relaxed inch by inch under this power.

His bones creaked like bamboo shoots growing, and the crimson warning text on his retina was entwined by verdant vines. The system’s prompt, imbued with the coolness of a mountain spring, flowed into his spiritual altar: “Host’s life value critical, activating origin protection protocol.”

“Does this thing even have after-sales service?” Shen Yi laughed through the pain, clenching the bloodied web of his hand tightly around the mirror frame.

The Taotie patterns on the Sky-Gazing Mirror’s surface suddenly seemed alive, writhing. The bronze bells hanging beneath the palace eaves chimed, each toll shaking Ling Xian’s gilded battle flags.

Gao Yao’s Frost Moon Sword emitted a joyful clear tone. She stared in astonishment as the dark golden markings on Shen Yi’s neck spread into wing-shaped totems. The spiritual power surrounding the youth condensed in an instant into countless golden stalks of wheat.

When the wheat stalks touched the blue mist overflowing from the mirror, the entire vault suddenly echoed with the sound of gentle spring rain.

“Come out!” Shen Yi’s temple veins bulged. With a flick of his wrist, he forced the mirror frame apart by half an inch.

The vortex that had been swallowing him reversed abruptly, and countless pearly-white light points surged forth from the mirror, converging in his palm into a jade pendant engraved with star trails.

The dome’s broken hole let in sunlight that shone exactly on the pendant’s center. The star map projected onto the wall perfectly aligned with the seventy-two peaks of the immortal sect.

“Star Compass!” Ling Xian’s immortal-binding ropes suddenly drooped uselessly. The usually stern mentor staggered back a step, his jade pendant at his waist resonating with the battle flags, emitting a sharp buzzing. “The founding patriarch’s life-bound treasure... how could it accept a master...”

Shen Yi collapsed onto the ground with a thud. The jade pendant in his palm automatically circled his wrist three times before transforming into a pale silver bracelet.

Wiping the blood from his nose on his sleeve, he raised his head and arched an eyebrow at Gao Yao. “Senior Sister, you just said you wanted to cut off my left hand? Maybe you can give me a discount now...” Before he finished, the girl pounced, smacking the back of his head against the ground. The scent of magnolia mingled with blood filled his nostrils.

“Do you even realize how dangerous it was to reverse the flow of spiritual power just now?” Gao Yao’s hand trembling as it gripped his collar, eyes red like a flustered ermine.

Suddenly seeming to realize something, she released him and turned away, conjuring a chunk of shattered stone with sword qi. “Next time you recklessly touch the forbidden formation, I’ll carve your tombstone with the Frost Moon Sword.”

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Shen Yi traced the faintly cool star patterns on the bracelet. The system screen in his consciousness played a fireworks effect.

He was about to speak when a series of whistling sounds came from above.

The seventy-two peaks elders’ message paper cranes collided with Ling Xian’s barrier, piling into thick white clouds, interspersed with probing spiritual senses, all automatically deflected by the Star Compass.

Ling Xian withdrew his battle flags with a complex expression, flicking out a jade scroll. “At the hour of dawn tomorrow, take this to the Inquiry Pavilion to register the artifact.” He hesitated before mounting his sword and added, “Avoid the rear mountain’s spirit spring for now.”

Shen Yi was about to ask why when a tingling sensation from the bracelet made him leap up in delight.

The star map projection automatically unfolded in the void. A blinking red dot clearly marked the location of the spirit spring—shrouded in a dark mist-like spiritual mark.

“Well done, Junior Brother Shen,” came a thorny congratulatory voice from outside the ruins. Mo Yu toyed with a black iron folding fan, leaning against a broken pillar, his sinister gaze sweeping over the silver bracelet on the youth’s wrist. “I heard the prize for the Spirit Plant Competition is a millennium heartwood, just right for nurturing damaged spiritual veins.”

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