Gazing at that treasure mirror quietly suspended in midair, Sikong Zuiyue was montarily at a loss for words.
This was clearly the Magical Treasure passed down from her ancestors, so why did it beco so obedient the mont it landed in Chen Mo's hands?
The fla flowed slowly like liquid rcury; it was obvious at a glance that its grade was quite high. Could it have ford so kind of connection with the Mystic Fire Treasure Mirror?
"I'll help you hold it under control. You try again and see if you can refine it." Chen Mo spoke.
"Alright."
Sikong Zuiyue snapped back to her senses and drove the black mist to cling onto it.
But the instant it touched the Mystic Fire Treasure Mirror, the Magical Treasure, which had just cald down, started trembling again, and even the magma below surged and boiled.
"..."
Seeing things go wrong, Sikong Zuiyue could only withdraw her Dao Power. She shook her head and said, "Forget it, looks like this thing and I are incompatible. Since that's the case, you'll have to be the one to refine it."
Chen Mo frowned and said, "You're sure?"
Anyone with eyes could see how extraordinary this Magical Treasure was, and she was just going to hand it over willingly like this?
Sikong Zuiyue said helplessly, "Do we have any better options right now? In urgent tis we have to act expediently. Finding the Emperor Body is what matters most. If we keep delaying, I'm afraid we'll miss the real business."
"This… fine." Chen Mo nodded.
"I'll pass you the thod of refining it. Comprehend it carefully."
A pale hand stretched out from within the black mist, and her fingertip gently tapped between Chen Mo's brows.
A burst of radiance flashed by, and a system notification flickered before his eyes:
[Cultivation Technique obtained: "Fire Separation Scripture" (fragnt)]
The inheritance Sikong Zuiyue possessed was incomplete, containing only the two chapters of [Refining Fire] and [Mystic Fire], though it was barely enough.
Vast information poured into his Sea of Consciousness. Thanks to his powerful Soul Power, it was quickly digested and understood.
This Cultivation Technique required using the heart-fla as the guide, burning away illusions to reveal the true self. The clearer and more transparent one's mind, the higher the success rate of refining the Mystic Fire Treasure Mirror.
"Hoo—"
Chen Mo took a deep breath, his eyes half closing. His entire aura withdrew inward, and he stood as motionless as a rock.
The silver fla receded like the tide, flowing back into his body. With the strange fla's suppression gone, the Mystic Fire Treasure Mirror did not flee; it continued to hang in midair, ripples spreading across its surface as it began to vibrate slowly.
Looking closely, one could see that the frequency of the vibrations was almost identical to Chen Mo's breathing rhythm.
Crack—
About half a quarter of an hour later, a soft sound rang out.
A faint fla suddenly erged on the mirror's surface, flickering unsteadily like a candle struggling in the wind.
As ti passed, the fla grew hotter and more solid, and in the end it actually took on human form. Though its features were blurred, judging from the outline, it was almost identical to Chen Mo!
"He actually managed to pull it off…"
"Looks like, just as you said, this really isn't sothing that can be explained by 'good luck' anymore."
Watching this scene, Sikong Zuiyue couldn't help spacing out a little.
At this mont, Chen Mo slowly raised his hand, his index finger pointing at the mirror, and the fiery figure within the mirror made the exact sa gesture.
The instant the two fingers touched, the atmosphere instantly plunged into dead silence.
The next mont, the entire volcano began to quake!
The magma boiled and roared, forming a gigantic whirlpool, surging into the mirror like a dragon drawing in water!
The Mystic Fire Treasure Mirror shone with an ever more blazing light, like a scorching sun slowly rising, impossible to look at directly!
"This is bad!"
"Chen Mo's gone and made the volcano erupt!"
Sikong Zuiyue snapped back to herself. The black mist howled forth, wrapping up An ngni and Zhu Shuang and whisking them rapidly away.
Boom—
They had just left the crater when a wave of scorching heat rushed up from behind.
Looking back, they saw a pillar of blazing fire shoot straight into the sky!
Dark red magma, like a great beast breaking free of its shackles, surged down along the mountain's gullies, burning everything in its path. Vegetation turned to charcoal in an instant, and rocks lted under the high temperature into a thick, viscous flow.
The air warped, the rocks lted, and the searing heat felt as though it could burn through the very void!
All around, vast amounts of white steam rose, intertwining with the firelight to form layers of clouds and mist that blanketed nearly a hundred miles around!
Staring at this awe-inspiring scene, the three of them looked sowhat dazed.
"Just refining this Mystic Fire Treasure Mirror… did it really have to make such a huge commotion?" Zhu Shuang swallowed and muttered softly.
"I don't know either…"
Sikong Zuiyue's understanding of the Mystic Fire Treasure Mirror still stayed at what she'd inherited in her mories. She'd never encountered a situation like this before, and her mind was a bit blank as well.
...
...
Three hundred miles away.
In a dense forest, Wanqi Kai sat cross-legged, breathing and cycling his qi.
His face was pale, his aura slightly unstable, and there was still a faint ache in his abdon.
After crossing swords with Chen Mo earlier, he'd been cowed by the power of that one strike and fled in haste on the spot, running nearly a thousand miles before he ca to his senses—
If Chen Mo had really still had strength to spare, he would definitely have cut the grass down to the roots. How could he possibly have let him go?
Eight or nine tis out of ten, it had been nothing but a bluff!
With a Third Grade Realm, unleashing a sword strike of that level must have cost him dearly. This was the perfect chance to finish him off!
Once Wanqi Kai figured out the key point, he turned back to kill his way over again. But by the ti he arrived, Chen Mo and the others were long gone, and instead he ran into the reinforcents from the Netherworld Sect—among them, a First Grade Grandmaster.
If he had been at his peak, Wanqi Kai naturally wouldn't have feared them, but with injuries on his body now, he was inevitably lacking so confidence.
anwhile, Shi Wenzhong, worried about implicating the disciples under his command, didn't dare fight without restraint; after all, the counterattack of a First Grade expert was absolutely nothing to take lightly.
After they traded probing blows a few tis and confird that Chen Mo was still alive, they both stopped there. Shi WenZhong led his people to continue searching, while Wanqi Kai took retaliatory satisfaction by chopping down that Creation Ancient Tree.
"Even if it was just a test, that old codger really was trying to kill !"
"Fortunately I kept it together and didn't show any weakness, otherwise I really might have ended up planted in his hands!"
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