Chapter 11: Forging the Glazed Mirror in the Sea of Bitterness

"Brother Yang Zhu has such ambition!"

Jiang Yi Fei was moved by Yang Zhu's words; he, too, had talent that was unrestrained in all directions, and asking himself, he found he was not inferior to anyone.

"Today.. I've gone all out, I'll accompany you."

Two divine rays shot from Jiang Yi Fei's eyes; the usually refined and elegant him now spoke with extraordinary firmness, as if stating something quite ordinary.

"I know Brother Yi Fei is fearless, but to be safe, we……"

Yang Zhu voiced his idea; he would handle the refining, while Jiang Yi Fei stood guard outside to prevent anyone from disturbing him.

If an accident occurs, Yang Zhu can still protect himself, but he cannot guarantee that Jiang Yi Fei will escape danger.

To avoid putting the other party in a desperate situation, the safest method is to do as he said.

After careful consideration, Jiang Yi Fei finally agreed to this decision.

"As long as I'm here, no one can come in to disturb you."

Jiang Yi Fei turned around, his handsome face unusually calm, and strode out.

Boom—

With the sound of the entrance closing, only Yang Zhu remained here.

"I hope Xiao Hei doesn't get me into trouble during this time."

Before preparing to act, Yang Zhu thought of the black dog and muttered softly.

Yang Zhu collected his thoughts, moved the bronze coffin to one side, and then opened the altar.

Beneath the altar appeared a bottomless pit; the moment it opened, countless black mists surged forth from the depths.

A chilling and sinister aura assailed him, feeling like countless blades piercing the skin, a sudden pain.

Below the pit, a faint green light flickered, unstable, like a ghost wandering, extremely eerie.

Yang Zhu's skin prickled with cold, as if a pair of gloomy eyes were staring at him from somewhere.

He thrust his palm upward; as a burst of power erupted, an unknown object slowly rose toward the surface of the opening.

As the object drew nearer, that feeling in his heart grew stronger.

Once it fully surfaced from the pit, he could finally see its appearance.

It was a seven-colored glazed mirror, long since lost its former divine radiance, entirely dim and lacking any luster.

More than half of the mirror's surface was stained with black patterns, corroding its original vitality, lifeless and stagnant.

It looks no different from an ordinary mirror; if not for knowing its background beforehand, who would guess it is actually a holy weapon? "Looks a bit tricky."

The degree of corrosion on the glazed mirror was worse than Yang Zhu had anticipated; to refine what's on it will certainly require some effort.

Before he could act, the glazed mirror automatically separated a strand of black mist that attacked Yang Zhu.

Zizz—when the black mist approached Yang Zhu, it was blocked by an invisible layer of defense; with an extremely faint sound, the black mist turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated.

The first attack had no effect; the glazed mirror seemed to sense something, visibly trembling slightly and moving back a bit.

Sacred Body Dao Embryo, and moreover Imperial Blood, equivalent to being invulnerable to all evils; any wicked entity encountering it must yield three parts.

"Let me see just how fearsome you are."

As the last word fell, Yang Zhu's aura surged! The Scripture of No Beginning turned, his Sea of Bitterness instantly boiled, a golden ocean, terrifying waves towering, scorching lightning intertwining, forming a wondrous world of endless divine radiance.

A deafening tsunami-like sound arrived, like ten thousand steeds galloping, mighty and vast, akin to heavenly drums beating, leaving one enlightened.

Yang Zhu slowly exhaled, and the golden Sea of Bitterness surged forth, sweeping across the sky and earth toward the glazed mirror.

At the moment the Sea of Bitterness contacted the black house, they fiercely opposed each other, neither yielding, continually emitting a sizzling sound.

The golden Sea of Bitterness naturally restrains black mist; the latter was forced into repeated retreats, strand after strand of black mist stripped away and then mostly melted. The black mist, unwilling to yield, surged forth ever larger, attempting to corrode the Sea of Bitterness.

But it ultimately underestimated Yang Zhu; the golden Sea of Bitterness not only possessed the vigorous vitality of a vast ocean, but was also extremely overbearing.

After the black mist launched an attack, the golden Sea of Bitterness seemed provoked, its aura suddenly swelling manyfold! Yang Zhu's Sea of Bitterness shone brilliantly, causing the surrounding scenery to be bathed in divine light.

The golden Sea of Bitterness swept like divine light, instantly evaporating vast expanses of black mist; no matter how the latter resisted, it was to no avail.

To fully refine the glazed mirror is not a simple process; it requires a certain amount of time.

Yang Zhu sat down in place, devoting his whole heart and mind to it.

This sitting lasted three days; during that time Yang Zhu remained like a stone statue, utterly motionless.

The process of refining was also a process of improvement; during it, Yang Zhu's mastery of the Sea of Bitterness became ever more proficient.

Maintaining the Sea of Bitterness normally requires enormous spiritual power, but as an innate Sacred Body Dao Embryo, Yang Zhu's life force is endless and his spiritual power replenishes swiftly.

Moreover, he possessed the Character Secret, whose recovery speed can increase manifold in an instant, so there's no need to worry about spiritual exhaustion! Constantly shifting between consumption and replenishment, Yang Zhu's realm and soul continually rise.

The underground where Yang Zhu resides is mighty, and the outside is not peaceful either.

The altar above is conspicuous, naturally attracting the attention of many cultivators.

They likewise sensed that beneath the altar might be out of the ordinary, and all wanted to investigate.

But when they approached, they saw Jiang Yi Fei sitting cross-legged at the entrance.

His expression was gentle, yet it gave off an aura of unangered authority; combined with his unfathomable aura, those cultivators, upon seeing this, were all subdued and dared not advance.

Some who considered their strength not weak wanted to step forward to provoke, speaking rudely and telling him to move aside.

Then, as expected, those people were all slain by Jiang Yi Fei within a few moves, without delay.

"Anyone who comes within a hundred meters dies."

Jiang Yi Fei's voice was calm, yet it gave a profound shock, leaving no one daring to act rashly.

These past days, more and more cultivators have rushed here, but this place is not as safe as they imagined.

Besides the formidable killing formation, what is even more dangerous are fellow travelers.

Everyone came for the treasure, inevitably leading to a fierce battle.

Countless cultivators die each day in this small world; their fate is to become nourishment, enriching this land.

After another two days, hardly any black mist remained on the glazed mirror.

Knowing he was about to be completely refined, the black mist, in its death throes, launched its fiercest attack.

But Yang Zhu gave it no chance; a thunder light evolved from the Golden Sea of Bitterness, with the speed of thunder before one could cover one's ears, instantly turned the last wisp of black mist to ashes.

When the black mist was completely refined, Yang Zhu exhaled in relief and slowly opened his eyes.

The liuli mirror before him now revealed its true form.

The liuli mirror was crystal clear throughout, surrounded by a faint purple halo, with divine radiance shining in strands, dazzling and gorgeous.

Without the black mist's restraint, it released tremendous power; everything before it seemed able to be easily worn away.

Suddenly, the five-colored liuli mirror flipped, shooting out a brilliant beam of light, and a figure stepped along the light, walking toward him.

That was a young figure, tall and stalwart, his attire made of countless blue feathers, colorful and magnificent.

The man had his hands behind his back, each step steady, stars seeming to swirl around him, giving an indescribable shock.

Yang Zhu instantly guessed the other's identity; without a doubt, it was none other than the Demon Saint's True Form!

(End of Chapter)