Chapter 1834

"Who said it couldn't be seen?" He spoke first, then reached out and brushed his hand across the mirror surface. The long-quiet Haoyuan Golden Mirror suddenly displayed an image again.

Huh? Huh? Can the Haoyuan Golden Mirror also track the two scenes outside the illusion? Everyone was delighted, while Zhu Xiuer was utterly bewildered.

Everyone focused their gaze, took two looks, and all exclaimed in astonishment: "Is this Qianhuan and Miao Zhantian?"

"If the Haoyuan Golden Mirror is tracking them to show the image, then it's almost certainly them." He Lingchuan also stared without blinking, "They've been fighting for several hours, both sides have suffered so many casualties, and yet we're only now seeing their true forms for the first time!"

There's no need to say more about Qianhuan—he has always fought using his dharma image; Miao Zhantian is using the body of the True Lord Cangxi, and what everyone sees is the appearance of a solemn, dignified middle-aged man.

These are not their true appearances.

Yet inside the Haoyuan Golden Mirror, two creatures are displayed, with strange appearances, but certainly not human.

So this is the true form of Miao Zhantian and Qianhuan? Neither of them is humanoid!

Dong Rui found it hard to believe: "Hey hey, where exactly are they? Looking at them, they don't seem to be from our upper and lower worlds!"

Wan Qi Feng pointed toward the heavens beyond: "Could it be in the sky above? Earlier, that place had lightning, thunder, and frequent omens."

He Lingchuan stared at the image in the mirror, shook his head: "It's not that simple."

He asked everyone: "Do you know why Miao Zhantian went to such great lengths to draw Qianhuan's dharma image to Yaizi Lake, then used a barrier to trap them there?"

Everyone of course shook their heads.

He Lingchuan said slowly: "Someone told me that Qianhuan's strength lies in the mirage blending truth and falsehood, and his dharma images are powerful; but the strongest is also the weakest, and his greatest weakness is precisely that his dharma images are too numerous and too strong!"

No one understood what he meant.

Wan Qi Feng ventured to ask: "Are you saying that Miao Zhantian used the barrier to trap Qianhuan's True Person's external dharma images, preventing them from returning to aid his true self?"

He Lingchuan laughed: "You could put it that way."

……

The passage between the two worlds was extraordinarily tough, with immense resistance; Miao Zhantian exerted all his strength before managing to push open the obstacle ahead.

Even he felt it extraordinarily difficult, as if stuck in mud, advancing step by step.

Don't look at how the True Lord Cangxi himself shines with golden light—actually, before Miao Zhantian's eyes, there was only a patch of darkness.

Fortunately, not long after, a faint light appeared ahead in the distance.

He aimed at that point of light and charged forward.

When something blocked him, he would suddenly lunge forward with a mighty heave.

He emerged! Finally, light completely enveloped him.

Miao Zhantian didn't even close his eyes, took two quick steps, and discovered he had actually crawled out of a mountain cave, with a barren white sand beach stretching ahead.

The outside sunlight was bright and clear, fine sand covered his feet, wild grass grew in the stone crevices, and ahead, a few small crabs crawled unhurriedly into stone pools, midway raising their claws to threaten him.

Every breath carried the unique salty, fishy scent of the seaside.

Had he returned to Silver Pearl Island? Miao Zhantian coldly snorted: "Don't play mysterious tricks, still thinking I'd fall for this? Qianhuan, since you've come, don't hide—don't even think about delaying! The time inside and outside is not synchronized."

Seeing this scene, could Qianhuan be trying to make him believe his divine powers had failed, and that the Silver Pearl Fruit had sent him back to the upper realm?

That idea is simply too foolish.

A voice came from the end of the beach: "Where is this, have you forgotten?"

A tall figure emerged from the waterweed thicket, body like a serpent but with four legs; head like a dragon, but with broad cheeks and a short snout, nose large and prominent, forehead not bearing forked horns, but instead slender, pointed antlers like an antelope's, spirally curved with exquisite grace.

Its body was covered in fine scales, color grayish-white with a hint of blue.

Dragon? Jiao? No, neither really fits—Miao Zhantian immediately rejected the idea.

At the same time, he noticed that on this monster's back, specifically above the ribcage protrusion, there grew a pair of grayish-white shells.

These shells are the size of a grinding stone; if placed on a table and polished, everyone would think them large; but growing on the back of this dragon-like monster, they appear only as small, like a pair of underdeveloped wings.

Especially, they can flap twice—the inner walls of the shells are richly colored, like an entire galaxy of silver stars hidden within, forming a striking contrast with the grayish-white outer shell.

Is this Qianhuan's true form? Miao Zhantian refuses to believe: "Jiaotu? Your true form is actually a Jiaotu?"

After saying that, he himself laughed first: "Where would a Jiaotu get four legs?"

Even in the ancient era of abundant spiritual energy and bursting life, "Jiaotu" monsters were extremely rare. They are called "shell dragons," but in truth, the dragon clan never acknowledged them as distant relatives. Miao Zhantian only knows roughly: they are born resembling four-legged snakes, drift in the sea for ten years before growing shells, simultaneously degenerating their hind limbs, beginning their shift from wanderers to bandits, lurking to hunt.

When the Jiaotu grows larger and larger, it becomes unwilling to move, and will try every means to lure prey to come to it.

If one says the Jiaotu became a mirage monster by chance, laying down mirage scenes, that would also be reasonable.

"Where is this, have you forgotten?" Qianhuan's voice was especially low, "Three thousand years ago, I defeated you on this Pu Isle; three thousand years later, history will repeat itself, but this time, Lady Lady Lady Mitian won't come to save you again!"

Three thousand years ago? Miao Zhantian's expression shifted slightly, as he recalled.

Qianhuan had painstakingly set the scene to resemble the battlefield of three thousand years ago, thinking he would show weakness? How naive!

Speaking of which, the two sides have already engaged in battle.

The statue of Miao Zhantian enshrined in the Wan Shen Hall of the Heavenly Palace, with dignified appearance and kind eyes, amidst swirling incense, presents a scene of compassion for heaven and pity for humanity; but at this moment, although Miao Zhantian is also in human form, he stands two zhang tall, with bluish-black skin, eyes like copper bells, hair like red serpents, jawbone protruding, facial features bearing only a two-part resemblance to human aesthetics, but the third eye on his forehead destroys the harmony.

This is the eye of the Great Demon Eyeless, refined by Miao Zhantian and embedded in his own forehead.

He wears battle armor, wields twin blades, and fights alongside the Jiaotu.

……

Gazing at the image in the mirror, Wan Qi Liang murmured: "These two's martial skills are actually this good?"

"Warriors left over from the ancient immortals-demons war—how could they be unskilled?" He Lingchuan also stared without blinking, afraid to miss a single detail, while inwardly wondering, if Lady Lady Lady Mitian joined the fight, how much more skilled would he be compared to Miao Zhantian?

Miao Zhantian's martial skills are this astonishing—so just how skilled is Lady Lady Lady Mitian, truly called the "War God"? Luo Xie, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke: "Since they possess vast divine powers, why, why must they engage in close combat?"

Earlier, Miao Zhantian used the body of the True Lord Cangxi, Qianhuan unleashed his three great dharma images, and they fought fiercely in this world, divine powers and abilities flying everywhere, leaving even an ordinary mortal like him dazed.

Yet how is it that in the beach scene shown by the Haoyuan Golden Mirror, these two great powers are about to fight fist to fist?

He Lingchuan glanced at him—this kid is very meticulous, hasn't received professional military training, yet can so quickly spot the blind spot?