as rare for Yuan Ying cultivators to appear before Lu Xia Tian. Today, not only did he encounter several of them consecutively, but two Yuan Ying ancestors even fell directly before his eyes. Lu Xia T...Zhao Tianliu's body was surrounded by a flickering aura of yellowish light, his figure blurring for a moment. Lu Xiaoteng smirked at the corner of his mouth. Although the Zhao clan's illusion technique was miraculous, even now, if he didn't use his true illusionary ice pupils, it would take him some effort to distinguish it. But the wind-system giant was no ordinary being. No matter how miraculous Zhao Tianliu's illusion was, it was like playing the piano to a cow.

While the individual strength of a Wind-type Golden Person is equivalent to three True Meaning Grand Cultivators joining forces, how could Zhao Tianliu, alone, withstand such power Zhao Tianfang saw the knife energy, like a raging wind, surging down, his face changed color immediately. Just as he was about to step in to save him, the Thunder-type Giant opportunely swung his broadsword horizontally, causing muffled thunder to roll in the air. Zhao Tianfang's eyebrows jumped, and despite his unwillingness, at this moment he could only watch as the wind-like knife energy slashed into the patches of ochre light.

With a deafening boom, the swathes of ochre-colored afterimages dissipated directly, revealing a gigantic earthen sphere at their center. Within the earth sphere resided Zhao Tianliu, who was currently using his hands to support the earthen illusion mirror, desperately resisting the long blade wielded by the Azure Wind Giant. The earth sphere, under the onslaught of the blade's aura, had become riddled with cracks, which were growing larger and larger. Zhao Tianliu within the sphere was already wounded by the fine blade qi seeping through the fissures. In a blink of an eye, several wounds appeared on his body, blood flowing freely.

“I'll count to three. If you still refuse to yield, the Zhao clan will be wiped out from existence. Three, two...”

Lu Xiaitian's strength was not slow. Zhao Tianfang and the others broke out in a cold sweat, eighteen golden figures appearing before their eyes. They resembled the eighteen golden figures rumored to have been left behind by the Emperor of Qinling Mountain. At this time, only one of them had been used, and it had already subdued Deputy Clan Leader Zhao Tianliu. If no one came to rescue him, Zhao Tianliu would be dismembered in just a few moments. Zhao Tianliu's strength in the clan was second only to his. In other words, if the opponent wanted to exterminate their group of Nascent Soul cultivators, it would only take a short time. Destroying the Zhao Clan was not an empty threat.

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"Stop!" Zhao Tian bellowed.

"Chief!" The faces of the others wore expressions of grief and anger.

"I accept!" Zhao Tianfang stretched out his hand, and a fiery red ancient mirror floated before him, flying towards Lu Xiaoteng.

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Lu Xia Tian reached out and retrieved the fire-based illusionary mirror. With a thought, the blue wind giant's long knife retracted, standing still in mid-air. He glared intently at Zhao Tian Liu, ready to strike with thunderous force if anything went wrong.

Zhao Tianliu's face was pale, and he let out a long sigh as he surrendered the earth-element illusion mirror.

"There's also an item that opens the mirror realm," Lu Xia Tian continued.

"Just a moment." Although Lu Xia Tian had temporarily stopped, pressing the Zhao clan like this meant Zhao Tianfang wouldn't have any pleasant expression. He immediately instructed a young man with a few words.

The young man transformed into a streak of light, disappearing into the forest behind him. After about the time it took to drink a cup of tea, he brought over a storage pouch.

Lu Xia Tian took the storage bag, his face lit up with joy. Inside, there was black, metal-like liquid in four portions, each usable twice, enough for him to open the remaining five mirrors of illusion.

“This decisive battle against the Ghost Race and the Demon Race alliance is a duty that the Human Race cannot shirk. Your Zhao Clan has lived in seclusion here for generations. Wanting to stay out of it is unrealistic. Another branch of your Zhao Clan has sided with the tigers, acting against the interests of the Human Race. After the war, they will inevitably be purged. If you still want your bloodline to continue, it’s best to immediately reorganize your forces and join the battle. Otherwise, although I spare your Zhao Clan today, in the future, members of the Zhao Clan will not escape the coming catastrophe.” His words hung in the air as Lu Xia Tian and Xiang Qing Cheng had already put away the eighteen golden figures, their bodies fading into the distance.

...Zhao Tian let out a frustrated sigh. His heart was in turmoil, and a mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth.

"Chieftain!" A throng of Yuan Ying cultivators surrounded Zhao Tianfang, whose body was swaying precariously.

"Send the word out, rally the clan's forces and prepare for war, to fight against the ghost tribe together!" Zhao Tianfang wasn't seriously injured, just that the clan's only two ancestral mirrors passed down through generations were forcefully taken. He was overcome with anger at this injustice, causing him to lose control temporarily.

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"Chief, are you really sure" Compared to Zhao Tianliu, his situation was a little worse. He had just used all his strength to withstand the attack of the Blue Wind Giant, exhausting a lot of his magical power. Now, he was almost drained of energy.

“The silver-haired cultivator just now wasn't entirely wrong. If the Zhao clan doesn't contribute in this upcoming war against the Ghost Clan, they will undoubtedly be abandoned by the human race afterwards. The Spirit Ruins Secret Realm is open for a considerable amount of time this time, and the Zhao clan cannot remain isolated from the world any longer. Furthermore, the other branch of the Zhao clan has been causing trouble for years. If we don't take action, this burden will also fall on us. The Zhao clan has already lost their ancestral mirror and cannot afford to lose the space they need to survive in the future.” Zhao Tianfang helplessly waved his hand.”

In a valley, eighteen golden men surrounded him. Lu Xia Tian sat cross-legged among them, while Xiang Qingcheng stood on a mountain peak in the distance, watching Lu Xia Tian meditate beneath the blue sky.

Lu Xia tian spread out his palm, taking out the black, metal-like liquid that he had forcefully taken from the Wu Yu clan earlier. With a flick of his wrist, five gray stones materialized from illusionary mirrors. They looked ordinary and unremarkable. If they were thrown on the ground, even Lu Xia tian himself would only treat them as ordinary stones. But who could have imagined that these seemingly ordinary stones were actually ancient mirrors passed down through generations by the Zhao clan.

Before leaving the ice cave, Lu Xia Tian had already refined Bi Chan Lao Yao's primordial spirit and soul essence. Now, besides daily cultivation, there was nothing else to do. Taking advantage of the rare peace before the upcoming war, refining the Seven Mirrors of Illusion Dao was just right.

Lu Xia Tian smeared the jet-black metallic liquid onto one of the grey stones. His divine consciousness, through this liquid, easily seeped into the stone.

A light cheer filled the air, and a surge of vibrant green life pulsed from within the gray stone.

Lu XiaTian, through this vibrant scene, seemed to feel a vast, primeval forest, lush and green. This primordial forest appeared so real it was almost tangible, at first glance vividly alive. But upon closer touch, it melted away into an illusion.

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Wood-element Illusion Mirror!

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Lu Xia Tian's lips curled into a slight smile, and he continued to refine the second mirror.

As the golden mirror shone, then came the earth, fire, and finally the water mirror refining. Suddenly, Dao Dao's brilliant light bloomed within Lu Xiaottian's body. Rings of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth colors gathered outwards, with two strange lights twisting and interweaving inside, making it hard to see clearly. From these ancient mirrors, Lu Xiaottian could feel a long-lost cheer.

Originally, Xiang Qingcheng, who had been meditating at the mountaintop for several days, suddenly opened her eyes. She felt an unprecedented, ethereal and tangible powerful aura emanating from Lu Xiaottian and spreading outwards.

In the vast expanse of heaven and earth, wind and clouds churn. Five elemental energies—gold, wood, water, fire, and earth—whirl around five ancient mirrors with distinct colors, converging upon Lu Xiaoxian. At this moment, a swirling cloud of five colors appears centered on Lu Xiaoxian. Only the Shifting Mirror and Instantaneous Mirror remain motionless amidst this chaos. A vortex of spiritual energy forms around Lu Xiaoxian, interweaving the diverse forces.ility to escape. 。Lu Xia Tian trusts Xiaobai Mang, but he hasn't reached that level of trust for Su Dun yet. 。Especially, the other party also knew his/her secret. 。Unable to obtain enough useful info...