Chapter 1328

News of the Forgetting Marsh battle spread like a plague through certain circles of Youming Jie, first drawing the attention of many powers. To achieve such feats with mid‑Great Vehicle cultivation—defeating an elite Asura squad, standing firm against a Hall of Rebirth investigating envoy, and seemingly gaining some ancient opportunity—these battle results are already astonishing.

The Hall of Rebirth did not issue a loud manhunt, but the covert search orders grew ever stricter. The Asura clan, incensed by their high priest's fury, dispatched more experts skilled at tracking. Yan Buji's portrait and aura signature circulated in some dark channels, and the bounty on his head was enough to move any Nascent Soul–Spirit Transformation cultivator.

At this moment, the protagonist of this turmoil lay hidden in a temporary cave dwelling deep within the Myriad Ghosts Wailing mountain range.

In the cave, Yan Buji's aura surged; the murky Chaos Force ebbed and flowed like a tide, the thread of azure light and specks of dark gold growing ever clearer. His battle with Bai Chen, the life‑and‑death pressure, and the tremendous energy from finally devouring and refining that portion of the ancient god's legacy finally shattered that solid barrier!

Boom—

An aura far surpassing before erupted from his body, the cave's formations violently shaking, and the outside soul‑eroding dark wind was briefly forced back!

Late Great Vehicle!

He flung his eyes open; chaotic visions flickered in his gaze, and a powerful pressure naturally radiated out. Feeling the surging, far‑stronger chaotic mana within him and a clearer perception of the surrounding Youming Jie laws, Yan Buji's lips curled in a satisfied arc.

Late Great Vehicle already makes him a major figure in the cultivation world, only one step away from tribulation transcendence. In Youming Jie, though not enough to run rampant unchecked, he truly has the means to stand firm and even stir up the winds and clouds! Combined with his strange, mighty Chaos Path, even when facing them, he still has the strength to fight!

"The ancient god's legacy is truly extraordinary; refining just a portion let me break through the bottleneck… but the remaining inheritance's obsession runs deep, so I must proceed gradually, not rush." He inwardly inspected himself; his Chaos Core grew more solid, the embryonic Reincarnation Ring within stabilizing considerably, constantly inhaling and exhaling pure chaotic qi while self‑refining the lingering ancient god's power.

With his strength increased, his plans also needed adjustment.

He took out the spoils gathered from all sides and began to sort them. The Vessel of Crossing Tribulation was reforged by him with Chaos Fire, wiping away the Hall of Rebirth's mark and inscribing his own chaos runes, becoming a Chaos Void‑Crossing Vessel better suited to him, with greatly increased speed and concealment.

He also separated a small, relatively mild primal breath from the ancient god's legacy, mixed it with other materials, and refined several pieces that exude an alluring Dao resonance—the Chaos Secret Keys. Each key itself contains a faint chaos insight, but more importantly, they can weakly resonate with the ancient god's legacy, enough to mislead others into thinking they are the key to unlocking some ancient god's treasure trove.

"The water needs to be stirred muddier." Yan Buji smirked. He planned to scatter these "Secret Keys" through specific channels, targeting powers and strongholds that bear grudges against the Hall of Rebirth or the Asura clan, or that are themselves sources of chaos.

Afterward, he carefully examined the captured jade slips, his gaze finally settling on "Hell of the Sin Mirror." There, chaos and disorder reign; it is a lawless zone where news travels swiftly—exactly the ideal foothold for him now and the stage to stir up the winds and clouds.

"Hell of the Sin Mirror… it is said that the Sin Mirrors there can reveal one's karmic sins, distort reality, and perhaps aid me in comprehending cause and effect and perfecting chaos."

He rose to his full height, and with a late‑Great Vehicle divine sense sweep, the restless feral ghost kings in the mountain range instantly fell silent like cicadas in winter.

Taking a single step out of the cave, his Chaos Void‑Crossing Vessel appeared silently beneath his feet.

"It's time to meet the demons and monsters of Youming Jie."

The vessel trembled slightly, turning into a phantom almost melded with space, instantly vanishing into the vast dark wind as it sped toward Hell of the Sin Mirror.

He is no longer merely a fugitive evading pursuit. Promoted to late Great Vehicle, bearing the ancient god's legacy and grasping the Chaos Path, he now has the qualification to take the initiative. Heading to Hell of the Sin Mirror, he will use that chaotic land as a chessboard, himself as bait and blade, not only to throw the Hall of Rebirth and the Asura clan into turmoil, but also to plant the roots of his Chaos Path in Youming Jie!

The Chaos Void‑Crossing Vessel glided silently through the dim Youming Jie void, swift as lightning, traceless as smoke. Having advanced to late Great Vehicle, Yan Buji's control over his power grew more exquisite; the vessel's shimmering silver‑gold runes blended perfectly with the surrounding deathly aura, making its trail extremely hard to detect unless probed by someone whose cultivation far exceeds his.

The nearer he drew to Hell of the Sin Mirror, the more the surroundings became bizarre and alien. Space's hue grew viscous and warped, at times flashing a sickly purplish red, at times sinking into despairing indigo. In the void began to drift fragmented crystals seemingly formed from solidified karmic sin and obsession—sin‑taint crystals that exhaled a tempting aura of depravity. Occasionally, incoherent whispers and mad laughter echoed from the nothingness, disturbing the mind.

Several days later, at the edge of his vision, a vast shadow appeared that defied description.

It was neither a mountain range nor a continent, but a vast region formed from countless huge, broken, mutually reflecting mirror surfaces. These mirrors varied in size and shape—some smooth as lakes, others with jagged, menacing angles—joined and stacked at angles that defy reason, constituting the deadland known as Hell of the Sin Mirror. Within the mirrors, what is reflected is not the scene before one's eyes, but ever‑changing, bizarre, distorted images: the past karmic sins of living beings, terrifying future phantoms, and even abstract patterns beyond comprehension.

Merely gazing at it from afar makes one feel as if their soul were about to be pulled in, split and refracted by those countless mirrors, ultimately lost.

Here is a gallery of sins, a twisted realm of cause and effect, and a gathering place for countless fugitives, ambition‑driven individuals, and madmen.

Yan Buji stowed his Chaos Void‑Crossing Vessel and hovered on the outskirts of Hell of the Sin Mirror. He sensed that the region's spatial structure was extremely fragile and chaotic; forcefully piloting a treasure‑artifact inside would easily trigger unpredictable consequences, possibly even being randomly transmitted into the inner world of a Sin Mirror.

He restrained his aura, adjusted his state to optimal, then turned into a faint gray stream of light and cautiously approached the edge of that mirror labyrinth.

Just as he stepped into the fringe zone, an invisible force enveloped him. He felt his very Existence as if thrown into a kaleidoscope; his consciousness swam slightly, and the surrounding scenery began to warp and overlap. In a mirror that seemed within arm's reach, a scene of his slaughter in the Demonic Abyss suddenly appeared, the bloodshed and ferocity magnified many times, surging with thick resentment that struck his mind.

"Hmph, a mere mirror‑image dares to disturb my Dao Heart?"

Yan Buji's will stood firm; his Chaos Core turned slightly, and a cool, inclusive intention flowed through his body. Those visions and impacts, like waves striking a reef, shattered instantly, unable to move him in the slightest. His Chaos Path can face even the 'nothing' of Return to the Ruins, so what are these manifested karmic‑force reflections?

He pressed deeper, his form nimbly threading through the gaps between countless mirrors. The paths between them were tangled and complex, not fixed—sometimes a new mirror would sprout out of nowhere, blocking the way; sometimes an old one would collapse, revealing a fresh passage. The air was thick with various chaotic vibes: chilling killing intent, greedy voyeurism, and despairing wails.

Obviously, quite a few "residents" had already noticed this newcomer intruder.

Whoosh!

A jet‑black bone spur, condensed from pure resentment, shot silently from the reflective blind spot of a mirror toward Yan Buji's back.

Yan Buji did not turn his head; he pointed backward with a backhand, and a flash of gray‑gold chaotic deathly aura from his fingertip caused the resentment bone spur to encounter its nemesis and instantly melt away.

"A rat that hides its head but shows its tail."

His voice was flat, yet it carried an icy killing intent as his gaze swept toward the direction the bone spur had come from. Behind that mirror, a blurry ghost let out a terrified shriek and instantly merged into the glass, vanishing.