Chapter 1491: The Light Tome

Li Luo's clear laughter rang out across the peak region of Thunder Finger Peak, which was filled with rumbling thunder, causing the many powerful experts behind him to look utterly shocked, their eyes filled with disbelief.

They gazed at the scorched, pitch-black ravine stretching over a thousand zhang through the distant mountains, and especially at the end of that ravine, where a figure looking extremely wretched could be seen.

It was Zhou Jun.

In that earth-shattering clash earlier, in the end, it was actually Zhou Jun, whose strength had reached the Upper Eight-Rank, who had been pushed into a disadvantage by Li Luo?!

What a terrifying battle record this was!

Gaze after gaze, filled with shock and complexity, looked toward the youth standing in midair, gripping a simple, archaic straight blade. His frame was tall and straight, and even though the corners of his mouth held a trace of a smile, there was still a sweeping, fierce domineering aura pressing down over the entire field.

Fang Xingyun looked at the wretched Zhou Jun, but couldn't help feeling a bit of schadenfreude. If even this one had suffered such a great loss at Li Luo's hands, then didn't his own defeat at Li Luo's hands seem all the more weighty with merit?

Pfft.

Under the gazes of the crowd, from the smoke at the end of the scorched ravine, Zhou Jun's figure swayed as he stood up. He spat out a mouthful of bloody foam, and when the foam hit the ground, purple thunderlight erupted, turning the ground into a patch of scorched black.

Zhou Jun's eyes at this moment looked extremely gloomy and furious. He had not expected that Li Luo's strike would be so fierce and terrifying.

He was well aware that Li Luo's strike just now was not merely the power of Li Luo himself; more importantly, Li Luo had cleverly borrowed the power of those purple thunder dragons.

At the same time, he had also underestimated the destructive force that erupted from the power of those purple thunder dragons in Li Luo's hands.

"Li Luo, very well!" Zhou Jun's gloomy voice rang out across the peak region of Thunder Finger Peak.

"You flatter me."

Li Luo smiled. His gaze sized up Zhou Jun, whose figure was wretched but whose own phase force still did not appear disordered, and he felt a touch of regret. This showed that although Zhou Jun had been injured, it was not severe enough to affect his combat power; otherwise, Li Luo wouldn't have minded seizing this opportunity to eliminate him completely here and now.

What a pity...

Zhou Jun was, after all, worthy of being the leader of the Mystic Spirit Ancient Academy in this Heavenly Mirror Pagoda trial. His foundation was deep and solid, and he did not give Li Luo this opportunity.

And the power of the purple thunder dragons had now been completely exhausted. If Li Luo still wanted to vie with Zhou Jun again, he would have to pour out all his trump cards and have a true great battle with him.

But the current situation was clearly not suited for him to do so.

Securing the first-clear opportunity of Thunder Finger Peak was the pressing priority.

As for this Zhou Jun, there would always be a chance to deal with him later.

"Zhou Jun, this first-clear opportunity, I'll graciously accept. Also, thank you once again for your earlier gift." Li Luo gave a faint smile, then his figure turned, and he was the first to shoot toward the Mirror Altar at the peak.

Lv Qing'er, Li Hongyou, and the others quickly followed. At the same time, Li Hongyou did not forget to condense a crimson-gold sigil and channel it into Li Luo's body to restore him.

Zhou Jun watched their figures rushing straight toward the Mirror Altar, his palms clenched so tightly they creaked, but in the end he could only loosen them in unwillingness.

Because the purple thunder energy rampaging inside his body at this moment was constantly causing destruction, and he needed a little time to suppress it.

And this time would undoubtedly cause him to lose the chance to compete for the first-clear opportunity.

The other experts in the team led by Zhou Jun, seeing this, could only heave a disappointed sigh. Without Zhou Jun at the helm, they did not dare to face Li Luo's edge at all.

Seeing this, the many experts in the rear understood that this first-clear opportunity of Thunder Finger Peak had fallen completely into Li Luo's hands.

This outcome was somewhat unexpected. After all, although Li Luo had broken through to the Unparalleled Third Rank this time, that Zhou Jun was a Marquis-class expert of the Upper Eight-Rank.

This level, even placed among those Li Li Tianwang lineage forces, would absolutely count as top-tier.

Yet the result was that he had suffered a setback at Li Luo's hands.

Although there were many factors in the outcome of this clash, sometimes, results outweigh all arguments.

So they understood that after this Heavenly Mirror Pagoda trial ended, Li Luo's name would probably gain some renown even across the various Outer Shenzhou.

Amid the crowd's sighs, Li Luo's figure had already appeared outside the Mirror Altar at the peak.

The Mirror Altar was roughly a dozen or so zhang tall, its entire body seemingly cast from mirror stone, reflecting all things in heaven and earth. The Mirror Altar had flight after flight of steps, rising continuously, and at the end was a mirror about a zhang across, like crystal.

Li Luo ascended along the steps and arrived before the crystal mirror. Only then did he notice that the mirror's surface was like rippling water, constantly shimmering with ripples.

"Is this where the opportunity lies?" Li Luo said, somewhat curious.

"It seems that if you extend your hand into it, you can obtain the first-clear opportunity," Instructor Xi Chan said from behind.

Li Luo nodded, then, without ceremony, directly extended his hand with eager eyes, reaching toward the mirror's surface. The touch was like reaching into water, and then his hand slowly sank into it.

A hint of anticipation surfaced in his eyes.

What would this first-clear opportunity of Thunder Finger Peak be?

Light Finger Peak.

And while Li Luo's side had already begun reaching for the first-clear opportunity, at the peak of this Light Finger Peak, two figures had stopped before the Mirror Altar.

Jiang Qing'e.

Diwu Mingxuan.

In the distant rear, the other experts who had arrived at Light Finger Peak all halted, because they understood that with these two present, the rest of them had no right to compete for the first-clear opportunity at all.

Their gazes looked toward Jiang Qing'e's incomparably beautiful figure. Her bearing was so flawless, her form-fitting white battle attire wrapping her exquisite curves, and her straight, slender legs revealed a heart-stealing length.

Especially that sacred, pure and clear temperament—merely looking at her gave rise to an involuntary feeling of self-abasement.

Such charm, let alone them—even Diwu Mingxuan, with all his vast experience, had undisguised admiration showing in his eyes.

Only those of them who were well-versed in light phase force could clearly sense the charm and attraction that Jiang Qing'e radiated.

"Instructor Qing'e, I finally have the chance to cross hands with you," Diwu Mingxuan said slowly.

Jiang Qing'e did not look at him. Her golden, resplendent eyes first glanced toward Thunder Finger Peak wreathed in thunder in the distance, then turned back to the Mirror Altar ahead, and she said flatly, "How do you want to compete?"

Diwu Mingxuan was silent for a few breaths, then said, "Although I very much want to truly exchange blows with Instructor Qing'e, this place is only the thirty-first floor at present, and there seems to be no need to reveal all my tricks."

Jiang Qing'e said nothing, simply listening quietly.

"So I have a proposal for a contest. I wonder if Instructor Qing'e is interested?" Diwu Mingxuan smiled.

"Speak," Jiang Qing'e said, every word precious, her voice pure and clear.

And every time he heard Jiang Qing'e's voice, Diwu Mingxuan's eyes would squint almost imperceptibly, because he felt that hearing such a clear, pure voice was truly a pleasure. It was a pity that Jiang Qing'e was utterly unwilling to say even one more word.

Diwu Mingxuan extended his palm, and light surged forth within it, transforming into a thick tome flowing with a sacred aura. Upon that tome flowed a fluctuation of the light origin.

Even Jiang Qing'e cast her gaze over with some surprise.

Seeing Jiang Qing'e's look, Diwu Mingxuan smiled and explained, "This is the 'Light Tome.' It was derived by my teacher using the power of his light origin. Of course, this is only a replica. My teacher bestowed it upon me, instructing me to use my own heart to contemplate it daily, to be edified by it."

"The Radiance Codex has seven pages, and one must use a heart of light to turn them. The deeper one's comprehension of light, the more pages one can turn. To this day, I can only turn five."

"If Instructor Jiang Jiang Qinge can turn to the sixth page, then I will not contest this first-clear opportunity at the Light-Finger Peak. How about it?"

Jiang Jiang Qinge's golden eyes gazed at the Radiance Codex, which flowed with the power of light's origin, and a hint of interest surfaced in her gaze, for she found Diwu Mingxuan's proposal rather interesting.

"Using a heart of light to turn the pages, is it..."

Jiang Jiang Qinge gave a slight nod and said, "Agreed."

She extended a slender hand, her fair skin like white jade, flowing with a sacred luminescence, as if a white-jade sculpture carved in exquisite detail, radiating a kind of perfection.

Diwu Mingxuan smiled and nodded, and with a lift of his palm, the Radiance Codex, flowing with sacred aura, slowly flew out and finally landed in Jiang Jiang Qinge's hand.