Looking at this treasured mirror, everyone in the Beast King looked confused, and the place was silent for a moment.
Then, someone had an idea and asked in a trembling voice full of surprise: "...Mirror?"
mirror.
There was only one word, but all the other Beast Emperors reacted, and their expressions suddenly changed.
There was a sudden "wow" sound, and the circle formed by the beast kings expanded instantly. Each of them looked frightened and wished they could stay away from the hill.
The voice in the mist was a little low, with a hint of disdain.
"It's just a shadow that makes you so afraid?"
The beast kings looked at each other speechlessly.
Finally, the old man came out and said, "My lord, is this phantom...?"
"In the battle on the Holy Mountain, when I was defeated as the Beast God, what was passed on to me was not only the origin of blood and the memory of my life, but also the breath of a 'mirror'."
The other party's voice was deep and he spoke slowly.
"Even Li Chengkong has never discovered this. He could not have expected that when one of the so-called beast gods dies, another will live. Any monster that is inherited can become the next beast god. There are endless generations, endless generations. Only in this way can he be called a 'god'."
It was obviously the first time for all the beast kings to hear this secret, and all of them had dull faces.
"So...you are not originally from the same clan as the Beast God?" someone asked.
"I am a little demon from the mountain," the voice remained calm, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him, "the beast god has no kin, and is a unique existence in the world. When the previous beast god died, I received the inheritance. At that time, I was the beast god."
Everyone was speechless.
The other party continued:
"Even if the cultivation has to be started all over again, if the inheritance continues, the beast god will never be destroyed. And humans, even if they participate in creation, cannot escape the death of the body. This is the purpose of the previous beast god ingesting the breath of the 'mirror'."
As he spoke, the shadow of the treasure mirror rose from the mountain and stopped in front of the clouds. In the bright and clear mirror, there were no clouds or mists, only a shadowy figure.
The figure shook, the shadow shattered, and turned into a wisp of fresh air, floating and swaying in the air.
"The 'mirror' is Li Chengkong's Taoist weapon. Even if there is only one aura, it still carries the virtual seal of Li Chengkong's soul. But one day, the virtual seal collapsed. Do you know what this means?"
The beast kings all fell into deep thought upon hearing this.
There was a look of disbelief on the faces of those quick-thinking people.
"Could it be said that Dao Zun Kongji has already——?!"
Like thunder on the ground, everyone was shocked, but also had various reactions such as anxiety, doubt, ecstasy, and expectation.
"Yes, yes..." The clouds and mist surged, and the voice was filled with emotion at first, and then started to laugh.
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha-"
The laughter went from low to high, unbridled and hearty, as if all the unwillingness and forbearance accumulated over countless years had been vomited out in one fell swoop.
"Li Chengkong has died a long time ago!"
…
"Seniors are very - ah!"
Jing Yingrong suddenly sneezed a little.
Yu Shuihan looked at her in surprise: "Can someone with Jindan cultivation also sneeze?"
Jing Yingrong's expression was a little confused.
Seeing her like this, Yu Shuihan couldn't help but smile.
Jing Yingrong asked in confusion: "Why are you laughing?"
"Because...ah, it's nothing." Yu Shuihan waved his hand, pursed his lips and put away his smile.
She changed the subject and said: "You're almost done practicing. There are no major problems. Your pronunciation has good control over pauses and emphasis, and it's also very relaxed and smooth. It's better than most novices. Really. If I’m looking for fault, it’s what Senior Sister Lin said, your eyes are too calm.”
Jing Yingrong nodded.
Yu Shuihan added: "But except for this little problem, you have done a good job in other aspects. When I first entered the industry, I was not as relaxed as you. As soon as I came on stage, I was so nervous that I forgot all my words. I was led away. My senior brothers and sisters have scolded and cried many times, haha!"
The two sat on the edge of the cliff and chatted for a while until someone came to see Yu Shuihan. It seemed that they were also going to practice acting with Yu Shuihan.
Yu Shuihan said to Jing Yingrong: "I have to go and get busy. Our meeting will be either tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Senior Sister Lin will inform you then, so don't run too far."
"Um."
On the way back to his residence, Jing Yingrong encountered two people arguing. There was a circle of people watching the fun, and some people stepped forward to stop the two people from starting a fight.
Judging from the content of the quarrel, the two men were participating in a fight when one of them accidentally injured the other. The person who hurt someone said that he accidentally missed it, and the person who was injured said that the other person did it intentionally to avenge a personal vendetta, so they started to quarrel like this.
Jing Yingrong glanced at it without stopping. During her time in Shijue Mansion, she had seen many similar incidents.
She turned her attention to her chest.
A soft warmth emanated from there, slowly wrapping around her body.
"What are you doing?" Jing Yingrong asked in the sea of consciousness.
Ji Yanzhu said matter-of-factly: "I'll warm you up."
Ji Sha Jian: "Is she cold?"
Ji Yanzhu: "Didn't she sneeze? I heard that this is a sign of catching a cold and she needs to keep warm. Am I right?"
Ji Jie Bi: "Yes, yes, but if you catch a cold..."
Jing Yingrong: "Thank you."
Ji Jie Bi: "...Okay, go back and put on two more quilts."
…
Taichu Temple, Formation Pavilion.
Zhao Jinxu sat in a mysterious space. This space is filled with vast voids in all directions, up, down, left, and right, and the dark background is scattered with countless bright or dark light spots, like a night sky with stars shining.
Upon closer inspection, those light spots are moving according to certain rules, as mysterious and unpredictable as the stars.
Zhao Jinxu stared at a cluster of light spots with all his concentration. After an unknown amount of time, he raised his hand, pointed at one of them, and then swiped his finger to the left, and the light spot moved to the left and stayed in its new position.
The space suddenly shook, and then a door with a bright white light appeared.
Zhao Jinxu breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and walked into the door of white light.
The door disappeared behind him, and there was another similar mysterious space in front of him. The difference from the previous space was that there were more light spots here and they moved faster.
Zhao Jinxu was about to observe the light spots and prepare to break the formation, but the space was suddenly torn open, like a piece of cloth covering his eyes being pulled away, revealing the real world.
The place where he is at the moment is one of the secret cultivation places of the Formation Pavilion, called Ten Thousand Chung Formation.
"Pavilion Master?"
Zhao Jinxu said in surprise. Standing in front of him was Lin Muyang, the master of the Array Pavilion.
Lin Muyang said pleasantly, "I have something to ask you."
"What's going on?"
Lin Muyang briefly stated the reason for the incident, and Zhao Jinxu frowned.
"I have never heard of this kind of formation. But if it is indeed what the senior said, it arouses the power from the outside, then... I know that there is a formation that may be able to detect the flow of energy in the endless void."
