Chapter 303: Karmic Mirror Image Body

Lín Jìn looked on with a puzzled expression as the replaced Fetal Hair of his own self slowly flowed out of the little girl's candy jar; the hair was fine and soft, yet seemed to bear endless mystery. They floated in the air, gradually coalescing into a strange Karmic Mirror Image Body. The surrounding air seemed to have its temperature instantly drawn away, becoming cold and heavy, every breath feeling as if grasped tightly by an invisible giant hand.

The outline of this mirror image was indistinguishable from Lín Jìn's, yet it radiated an illusory and eerie aura. Its eyes were hollow and soulless, like a deep Hēidòng, yet seemed able to pierce Lín Jìn's soul. Lín Jìn could feel that this was no ordinary mirror image, but one that contained a mysterious power closely linked to karmic destiny.

"What on earth is this..." Lín Jìn murmured to himself, a foreboding feeling rising in his heart. His gaze locked tightly on the Karmic Mirror Image Body before him, and his hand unconsciously clenched the Abyss Return Ruler. The Abyss Return Ruler sensed its owner's tension, quivered slightly, and emitted a low hum.

At that moment, the surrounding space seemed also affected by the Karmic Mirror Image Body, rippling in layers as if a massive stone had been thrown into a calm lake. Lín Jìn knew that he had to find the true destiny among the nine hundred and one Ice Coffins; this was not only a contest with fate, but also the key to unraveling many mysteries. Each Ice Coffin could conceal the truth or hide a deadly trap, and he had no way back.

Meanwhile, in a distant place, the conditions for Ling Yue's body revival seemed to have been triggered. A mysterious force was quietly gathering, surging around Ling Yue's consciousness space. Ling Yue's consciousness seemed trapped in a dark Shenyuan; she could feel a powerful force trying to awaken her, yet behind that force lay an unspeakable danger.

In the vast space where the nine hundred and one Ice Coffins stood, the coffins were neatly arranged, emitting a faint blue glow. Each Ice Coffin was covered with ancient runes, the runes flickering unpredictably, as if recounting the ages' vicissitudes and a mysterious curse. Lín Jìn walked slowly toward the Ice Coffins, each step unusually heavy. His heartbeat sounded especially loud in the silent space, as if it were the drumbeat of destiny.

Lín Jìn extended his hand, gently touching the surface of one Ice Coffin; the coffin's chill passed through his fingertips into his body, yet he remained oblivious. He focused his mind, trying to find clues from the runes and the emanating aura of the Ice Coffin. However, the runes were obscure and hard to understand; each pattern was like an independent puzzle, requiring a great deal of effort to decipher.

Just as Lín Jìn was concentrating on the Ice Coffin, the Karmic Mirror Image Body suddenly moved. It slowly raised its arm, pointing at one of the Ice Coffins. Lín Jìn felt a chill in his heart and looked in the direction it indicated; the runes on that Ice Coffin flickered especially violently, as if responding to the mirror image's guidance.

"Could this be the Ice Coffin that holds the true destiny?" a sliver of hope flashed through Lín Jìn's mind, but he did not act immediately. He knew well that this might be a trap; the Karmic Mirror Image Body's intent was still unclear, and it could not be trusted lightly.

Lín Jìn paced around the pointed Ice Coffin, carefully observing the surrounding Ice Coffins, trying to discern any connections. He discovered that the runes on several Ice Coffins near this one seemed slightly different from the others; between them appeared to be a hidden link, forming a subtle pattern.

"Could this be... a formation?" Lín Jìn thought. He had some study of ancient formations and knew that some powerful formations could conceal truth or guide the course of fate. He began attempting to decipher this formation made of Ice Coffin runes, hoping to find a basis for judging the true destiny.

In the consciousness space where Ling Yue was trapped, vague images gradually emerged in the darkness. In the images, a group of mysterious figures busied themselves in a massive Shiyanshi, manipulating various strange devices, seemingly conducting an experiment concerning life and death. Ling Yue strained to see the faces of these figures, but the images remained perpetually blurry.

Suddenly, a flash of intense light streaked by, and the images vanished. Ling Yue's consciousness felt a strong jolt; she knew she was drawing ever nearer to revival, yet at the same time the massive conspiracy seemed to be gradually surfacing. She could sense that her revival was tightly linked to Lín Jìn's quest for the true destiny, and they were stepping, step by step, into a meticulously arranged trap...

As Lín Jìn's deciphering of the Ice Coffin formation deepens, will he be able to find the true destiny? How will Ling Yue break through the constraints of the consciousness space to achieve her body's revival? What exactly is this massive conspiracy? Everything remains hidden within layers of fog...