Mirror Dream Tree V.4.270. Wives Return

Titus stands with the other five Mountain Peak Lords and Great Elder Baecius in the throne room of Dragon City.

The throne room has no walls.

Only thick pillars rise to support the vast roof.

Beyond the edge, the entire city stretches below them.

Titus stands still.

A peak Soul Awakening cultivator.

His perception pierces far.

He sees it the mont it happens.

The Five Elent Star Formation rises.

The sky changes.

The stars appear.

Day turns unreal.

The others sense it as well.

They look at each other.

Tension flashes in their eyes.

Then all of them turn toward Great Elder Baecius.

Baecius slowly opens his eyes.

Calm.

Ancient.

“We believe he is the reincarnation of a Saint.”

“Now is the mont to prove it.”

“If he cos out unscathed…”

“He is a Saint reborn.”

“If not…”

“He is dead.”

Silence follows.

Then they nod.

The Peak Lord of Dead Soul Mountain speaks.

“A good test.”

“If he lives, we stand with him.”

“If he dies…”

“We stand with the Star Singer Tower.”

No one disagrees.

They all look toward the sea of stars above.

Below, the city reacts.

People stop.

Look upward.

Confused.

Uneasy.

But their understanding is limited.

They cannot comprehend what is happening.

They look toward the Dragon Totem.

It shows no reaction.

So they calm themselves.

Assu it is only a strange phenonon.

Inside the formation,

rin stands still.

Unmoved.

His gaze lifts slightly.

Five figures appear around him.

Each radiates imnse power.

The one in a red star robe speaks.

“I heard you are a reincarnation of a Saint.”

“But you do not like that claim.”

rin glances at him.

Says nothing.

His thoughts move instead.

“I was in a dilemma…”

“And now fate delivers five sources of energy.”

His progress had been slow.

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The formation of his Dragon.

Decades would be needed.

But now,

He looks at them.

Five.

Perfect.

He whispers softly.

“Virtual Field… open.”

From his body, a domain expands.

The black space dissolves.

Replaced by violet.

Deep.

Endless.

Only faint traces of stars remain.

The five react instantly.

Alarm flashes across their faces.

The woman in green speaks sharply.

“He is suppressing the formation with his field.”

“Everyone, open your fields!”

She moves first.

A Wood Star Field unfolds.

Green light spreads.

Then,

Fire Star Field.

Earth Star Field.

tal Star Field.

Water follows.

Five domains rise together.

Each at Level Seven.

rin’s field,

Level Eight.

One level difference.

Yet in the realm of Law,

That gap is vast.

Overwhelming.

But then,

The formation responds.

The five fields resonate.

rge.

A Five Elent Star Field forms.

Its power rises.

Matches rin’s.

Equal.

The suppression breaks.

Balance forms.

The five stand firm.

Confidence returns.

They are Soul Enlightennt, cultivators.

Above him in the realm.

They attack.

Together.

Five elents converge.

Star energy floods the space.

Fire burns.

Water crushes.

Earth binds.

tal cuts.

Wood entangles.

They strike from all directions.

No escape.

No gap.

rin drowned.

Consud within the storm.

Energy swallows him completely.

Then,

From within the chaos,

A roar erupts.

A dragon’s roar.

First, a violet tail bursts out of the energy cloud.

It sweeps across the sky.

A storm follows.

The five raise their hands instinctively, shielding themselves from the violent wind.

When the storm settles,

They lower their hands.

And see him.

rin.

Now in dragon form.

Massive.

Ancient.

Overwhelming.

The pressure crashes down on them.

Their bodies stiffen.

Fear rises uncontrollably.

It is instinct.

A rat facing a cat.

They stand at the edge of a food chain where they are no longer hunters,

But prey.

rin’s tail moves again.

It strikes toward one of them.

The five scatter instantly.

Distance becos their only safety.

They stabilise themselves in the sky.

Then counterattack.

Spells pour out.

Fire burns.

Water crushes.

tal cuts.

Earth binds.

Wood entangles.

The five elents descend upon rin relentlessly.

His body takes the attacks head-on.

Explosions erupt across his scales.

Half of the force tears into his flesh.

The other half is swallowed by his scales.

Energy flows into him.

What should destroy,

Becos nourishnt.

The damage and healing cancel each other.

His body remains stable.

Unhard.

But they do not see it.

They only see their spells failing.

Failing to injure him.

Confusion grows.

Then frustration.

Then fear deepens.

Their attacks beco sharper,

But less controlled.

Mistakes begin to appear.

rin does not rush.

He watches.

Waits.

At the beginning, they remain composed.

Disciplined.

Their Laws flow steadily.

So he does not fully commit.

He moves.

Strikes occasionally.

But holds back.

Observes.

Analyzes.

Studies their Laws.

Their patterns.

Their weaknesses.

Ti passes.

The battle stretches.

Hours slip by unnoticed.

The sky remains sealed.

Energy continues to collide endlessly.

But no result is reached.

Their confidence fades.

Doubt replaces it.

Finally,

They decide.

To escape.

To end this.

They begin channelling together.

Attempting to close the formation.

To withdraw.

But,

Nothing happens.

The formation does not respond.

It does not open.

It does not break.

It remains.

Unchanged.

Dread rises in their eyes.

Then they see it.

rin’s claw.

Five Elent Star energy gathers within it.

Not theirs,

Now his.

It condenses.

Perfectly controlled.

Then he swings.

The sky splits.

Their expressions freeze.

From inside the throne room,

Titus and the others continue watching.

They do not move.

Do not speak.

Ti passes.

Day fades.

Night arrives.

Stars fill the sky again,

But now they are real.

Then,

The formation begins to change.

It starts to close.

Slowly.

Not shattered.

Not broken.

Closing on its own.

One of the Peak Lords speaks.

“Is rin… dead?”

If he had won,

He would have broken it.

Forced his way out.

But this,

This is different.

The formation seals completely.

Silence follows.

Then,

A figure appears.

Not five.

One.

A man stands in the sky.

Simple black robe.

Violet eyes.

Calm.

He looks toward them.

They feel it instantly.

His aura.

It rises.

Presses against the barrier of the Soul Enlightennt Stage.

Then,

It breaks.

Silently.

Cleanly.

No violent eruption.

No chaos.

The aura remains contained.

Perfectly controlled.

He has advanced.

They watch.

Envy flickers in their eyes.

But rin shows nothing.

No pride.

No excitent.

Only calm.

He steps forward.

Walking through the air.

Toward them.

rin steps onto the floor of his throne room.

It is his first ti here.

Until now, he has remained in the cave beneath the totem, cultivating in silence.

Everything above was built without his presence.

Only known to him through words.

Now he sees it.

The vast space.

The towering pillars.

The open edges overlook the city.

He walks forward.

Past the mbers of the Totem Palace.

They remain where they stand.

Silent.

Their eyes follow him.

Shock lingers in their expressions.

He does not acknowledge it.

He moves steadily.

Toward the throne.

Step by step.

He ascends the stairs.

Turns.

And sits.

The throne accepts him.

As if it had always been waiting.

He opens his mouth to speak,

Then stops.

His senses shift.

He feels them.

His two wives.

His gaze turns outward.

Toward the horizon.

The others follow his line of sight.

In the eastern sky,

Flying ships appear.

Dozens of them.

Breaking through the horizon.

Approaching rapidly.

They cross above the city.

Then descend.

One by one, the ships settle onto the lake below.

All except one.

The main ship.

It continues forward.

Toward the throne room.

It slows.

Then hovers beside it.

A platform extends outward.

Lowering.

Connecting the ship to the throne room like a bridge.

Footsteps follow.

Ziqi erges first.

He walks forward.

Then kneels.

“Lord.”

“I have completed your order.”

“And brought the mistresses back.”

rin nods slightly.

His gaze shifts beyond him.

Two figures step forward.

Yu Diexin.

Song Xingli.

They enter one after the other.

The air changes subtly.

But rin does not linger on it.

He turns his gaze back.

Toward the mbers of the Totem Palace.

His expression is calm.

Unreadable.

“Esteed guests…”

“What brings you here?”