A chilling sense of crisis struck from behind, and Zhou Qing instinctively sidestepped to dodge.
A streak of golden light flew past his ear, crashing into the ground and creating a bottomless chasm.
Looking up, he saw that Master Yuheng had appeared in the sky at a height of a hundred yards, surrounded by countless golden threads.
These threads twisted like living creatures, each radiating an eerie rune glow.
Moreover, they sketched out a fragnted mirror surface in the air, vaguely conveying the breath of cosmic origin between the flowing runes.
What made Zhou Qing’s hair stand on end was that in the center of the distant battlefield, the one Cao Zhengyang and others were besieging was also Master Yuheng!
The aura of the two figures was identical, with the one on the left engaged in fierce combat with Cao Zhengyang.
The one on the right looked down from above, a creepy grin hanging from the corner of his mouth.
"What’s going on?" Zhou Qing’s throat tightened, and the veins on his sword-wielding hand bulged.
Is this the clone secret technique of Nascent Soul augntation? Or the realm projection unique to the Divinity Transformation Realm?
"Still too inexperienced, whether you can turn the tide depends on you!"
Master Yuheng in the sky lightly waved his hand, and the golden threads suddenly expanded, spreading towards Zhou Qing like a web.
Zhou Qing’s pupils contracted; he imdiately transford into the second form of the Golden-winged Roc, unfurling his wings in an attempt to escape.
However, bizarrely, the surrounding scenery blurred as if shrouded in mist, and even the motion of flapping his wings slowed down as if trapped in a quagmire.
anwhile, the golden threads intertwined and gathered, eventually forming a tarnished mirror fra.
At the mont of its appearance, Zhou Qing’s expression changed drastically.
Although he had never seen this item before, it gave him a very familiar feeling.
Soon, he realized where this familiar feeling ca from.
Back in Zone 6, he used the Copy Sticker to replicate the Inscription Level Divine Technique "Hundred Tribulations Blood Curtain" scroll.
But to open it, an Extre Dao Weapon was required.
With no choice, he sought out Second Uncle.
Second Uncle broke it open with a black bell.
And this mirror fra before him looked almost identical to Second Uncle’s black bell.
"Is this an Extre Dao Weapon? No, it should be a fragnt, it feels much weaker!" Instantly, Zhou Qing thought of sothing and his expression dramatically changed.
He could never have imagined that the Phecda Sect possessed such a Supre Treasure!
Bear in mind, this item is probably several hundred tis rarer than Inscription Level Divine Techniques, and many Spirit Severing Realm cultivators might never hear of it in their lifeti, let alone see it.
Even the Taiqing Sect’s Pocket World, with its gigantic Grinding Disc key, was rely leftover scraps from once crafting the Extre Dao Weapon "Void Ring."
According to what Second Uncle once said, even if you possessed a hundred Inscription Level Divine Techniques, even Tao Trace Level ones, it wouldn’t necessarily be enough to exchange for an Extre Dao Weapon.
Because an Extre Dao Weapon is an object that embodies the cosmic origin, each one contains unimaginably fearso power.
It can be said that even if you have the materials, it doesn’t guarantee you can create one.
At this mont, Zhou Qing realized the terror of an Extre Dao Weapon for the first ti, even if it was just a fragnt; every struggle felt like fighting against the laws of the Heavenly Dao.
Moreover, the golden web woven by the threads tightened ever further, and within the mirrored fragnts, dark red flas faintly erged, capable of incinerating Divine Souls, known as the Soul-Consuming Flas.
He desperately tried to break free, but whether it was the "Silver Dragon Step" or the "Emperor’s Brilliance Scripture," or even the Suanni Divine Techniques or Golden Crow Divine Skills, all were devoured by the power emitted from the mirror fra after being executed.
The profound sense of helplessness made Zhou Qing panic for the first ti.
In a hurry, he looked at the mirror fra and directly appraised it.
[Extre Dao Weapon: This is a fragntary mirror fra stemming from the Extre Dao Weapon "Eternal Sin Fire Mirror."]
[Legend has it that the core of this item is forged from the "Sin Inferno" in the deepest part of the Underworld, reflecting the karma of sentient beings and burning the Divine Soul of those mired in sin.]
[Although it’s only a fragnt, it can still release part of the karmic fire, its power should not be underestimated; however, it consus a lot when activated.]
Reading the feedback confird Zhou Qing’s speculation, but it didn’t provide specific thods for breaking free.
Looking again, sure enough, Master Yuheng’s complexion was appallingly pale.
"Power of Karmic Fire!" Zhou Qing was deeply shocked, especially feeling that mont his Divine Soul seed gripped by an invisible hand, with excruciating pain spreading from the depths of his consciousness to his entire body.
The blood surging in his throat instantly turned into a blood mist, forming a bizarre blood-red whirlpool under the mirror fra’s gravitational pull.
No longer daring to hold back, he hurriedly looked towards the distant Mo Xingjian, shouted frantically for help: "Master—"
Mo Xingjian, who was battling with Master Lingxu, turned his head at the sound, his expression changing dramatically upon witnessing the scene.
The long sword in his hand instantly slashed nine afterimages, forcing Master Lingxu back three yards, then transford into a stream of light and swiftly shot over.
"Too late!" Master Yuheng snorted coldly, pressing down fiercely with his right hand, causing the fiery mirror web to crash down.
"Collect!" Master Yuheng shouted loudly.
Zhou Qing felt an irresistible force of suction, causing him to uncontrollably spin at high speed.
Panicked, he wildly slashed a thousand bolts of thunder Sword Qi with the Tetanus Sword in his hand, but as they touched the edge of the mirror fra, they dissipated into smoke.
And Zhou Qing himself was directly suppressed into the depths of the mirror fra, where the mirror space twisted into a vortex, dragging his figure towards endless darkness.
With just a blink, Master Yuheng held the mirror fra in his palm.
"Stop right there!" Master Yuheng looked down at the rapidly approaching Mo Xingjian.
"Dare to take another step, and I’ll scatter this boy’s soul!"
Mo Xingjian imdiately stopped, his eyes burning red: "Master Yuheng! If you dare to harm him at all, I, Mo Xingjian, will shred you to pieces even if it costs my life!"
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