Chapter 150

Six months later.

Inside the artifact-forging chamber.

Wang Yu was carefully assembling the components one by one; when he finally inserted the oval part into the back of the thick bronze mirror, he let out a long breath.

The mother-child floating mirror, blending immortal cultivation artifact-crafting techniques with modern Blue Star technology, was finally complete.

At this moment, besides the palm-sized bronze mirror in his hand, two other bronze mirrors lay clearly on the table.

All three mirrors appeared identical in shape and size, but only the one in Wang Yu's hand had a precisely embedded golden orb on its back; the other two bore only latticed patterns.

All three mirrors were oval, their backs painted crimson and engraved with mysterious patterns of unknown purpose, while their surfaces were rough and silver-white—unable to clearly reflect facial features, barely even rendering a blurred outline of a face.

He rolled up his sleeve, and the two mirrors on the table vanished into it; then he strode toward the training ground.

Since the artifact was finished, he naturally needed to test its function first.

In the training ground, he pulled out the main mirror, fumbled through his robes, and produced three silver-white crystals—mid-grade Thunder Spirit Stones.

These three Thunder Spirit Stones had taken him considerable time and favors to gather; even if he wanted one more, he couldn't obtain it in a hurry.

Wang Yu pressed one Thunder Spirit Stone against the silver-white mirror surface; the previously still mirror emitted a soft metallic click, and after a flash of silver light rippled across its rough surface, a hollow appeared out of nowhere, swallowing the stone whole.

Immediately, the main mirror hummed internally; its previously blurry surface grew smooth and snow-white, while faint silver light flickered within the latticed patterns on its back.

Seeing this, Wang Yu raised an eyebrow and slowly channeled his cultivation energy into the mirror.

"Swoosh." "Swoosh." The two other bronze mirrors flew out of his sleeve on their own, circling his body slowly.

The instant the two sub-mirrors appeared, Wang Yu felt a force tugging at the main mirror in his hand; his fingers loosened, and the main mirror flew free, joining the other two as it too began circling him.

"Interesting. Is this an electromagnetic field?"

Wang Yu's expression shifted slightly as he murmured, then tossed the remaining two Thunder Spirit Stones into the sub-mirrors. He directed his spiritual sense toward the main mirror, formed a hand seal with one hand, and remotely channeled his cultivation energy through his spiritual sense into the mirror.

"Puff."

The main mirror shuddered, halting before him; its surface flared crimson, and eight crimson spiritual runes appeared. A fist-sized fireball shot out from the mirror and struck the ground several zhang away.

"Boom!" The fireball exploded, spreading into rolling flames that swept outward.

The next instant, the main mirror flew away; one sub-mirror rotated into position before him, its mirror surface flaring crimson again as it fired a second fireball, then flew off—followed by the second sub-mirror, which halted and fired the third fireball.

Seeing this, Wang Yu's eyes widened further as he poured his cultivation energy furiously into the main mirror.

"Puff." "Puff." …

Dozens of fireballs erupted continuously from the three bronze mirrors, turning the ground ahead into a sea of flames and sending a thick pillar of fire roaring skyward.

Had this training ground not been constructed with special "Weak-Magic Stone"—a material highly resistant to magical forces—its walls and floor would long ago have shattered into fragments and melted into boiling lava.

Wang Yu formed a hand seal with one hand, halting the torrent of cultivation energy; the crimson glow on the three mirrors faded, and the fireball emissions ceased.

But the next moment, he communed with another spiritual rune pattern on the main mirror.

"Boom." "Boom." "Boom."

The three bronze mirrors rumbled in sequence; a crimson light shield simultaneously appeared on each mirror's surface—initially only half a foot in diameter, but rapidly expanding to one meter wide, each adorned with twelve crimson spiritual runes.

Instantly, the three shields indented inward, blurred, and transformed into three crimson light shields that clung tightly around Wang Yu, spinning rapidly and generating a cascade of shield afterimages, fully enclosing him at the center.

"This…"

Wang Yu himself was startled by this transformation of the Flame Shield.

The manual had only mentioned the ability to activate the Flame Shield on both mother and child mirrors—it said nothing of this variation.

Yet, in its single-shield form, the Flame Shield seemed denser and more solid than before.

Still, he recalled the manual mentioning another defensive form of the Flame Shield—one combining offense and defense.

Thinking of this, he formed another hand seal, activating a control rune within the main mirror.

The next instant, the three thick light shields circling him abruptly reshaped, reverting to circular shields, then erupted into roaring flames that coalesced into three massive fireballs, each nearly a meter in diameter.

As the three giant fireballs spun rapidly, wind and fire merged, amplifying the infernal force manyfold, transforming into layers of black-red flame curtains. Wherever they passed, flames surged and fire clouds churned, their might resembling the manifestation of a fire demon.

The training ground, barely a hundred square meters, was instantly filled with rolling flames as Wang Yu unconsciously took a few steps.

"Huh."

With this power, he had no need to launch direct attacks—so long as he kept opponents close, they'd lose half their life before they could even flee.

Seeing this, Wang Yu was overjoyed; he immediately formed a hand seal. The three mirrors blurred, ceased spinning, and their Flame Shields instantly dissolved, the roaring flames vanishing with them.

Now, only the Needle Technique's attack rune remained untested—but strangely, the design schematics provided by Taiyuan had marked this attack spell with a warning: "Use with caution."

This made Wang Yu all the more curious and eager—after all, the eleven-rune Flame Shield had no special note, yet the eleven-rune Needle Technique had been singled out by the system.

He then touched his spiritual sense to the golden orb on the back of the main mirror.

"Zzzt." "Crack."

All three bronze mirrors simultaneously sprouted arcs of electricity; their surfaces twisted and deformed, revealing protruding components, and thick gun barrels extended outward—transforming into three mechs he recognized instantly: Floating Cannons.

Yes, exactly the high-tier mechs "Fire Phoenix III" from the Blue Star game "Star River," used in promotional material—their exteriors were identical, except that the mech carried only two floating cannons mounted above its shoulders, while his mother-child floating mirror had three.