Ten Tailed Fox

Chapter 2142 The Divine Artifacts Compendium, Chapter Ninety-Four: The Heart-Reflecting Demon Mirror
"What's going on?" Ao Yi was extremely panicked, but found that his steps felt like he was stepping on mud, heavy and slow.

He looked up and saw a mirror standing quietly directly above the fourth floor.

It resembles a deep, black well with ripples floating on its surface, but strangely, the mirror does not reflect anything.

How could there be a mirror in a place like this?
The mirror wasn't far from Ao Yi, but that distance felt heavier than a thousand miles.

Ao Yi turned around abruptly, only to find that everything around him had vanished. Little Stone was gone, as were the corpses of Aunt Huang, Long Sang, and Hong Lin. It was as if what he had just seen was an illusion.

He tentatively reached out, trying to use his magical power to pull the mirror closer, but the result was like a stone sinking into the sea, without any ripples.

However, the next moment, he suddenly appeared in front of the mirror, but he could not see his own face in it.

Seeing this, even a fool could tell that the mirror was extremely dangerous.

The mirror surface trembled slightly, as if a breeze had blown by.

First, there were silent ripples, then the ripples coalesced into a scene from the past.

Ao Yi saw himself standing on the gravel in the courtyard. The lights in the courtyard were dim, and firewood was piled up in the corner. As a child, he was thin, and his eyes were filled with a precocious stubbornness.

That was a scene from his childhood when he lived in the Great Demon God Realm. It was because he was ostracized and left that the Dragon Realm of the myriad heavens came into being.

He initially thought it was just a replay of memories, until the golden dragon shadow in the mirror moved, and the five-clawed golden dragons that had bullied him before flashed a familiar contempt in their eyes.

The sound was like bronze instruments clashing, the clang reverberating in Ao Yi's eardrums: "You are not worthy."

The brief verdict was like a sharp blade, cutting into his memory and peeling away the layers of humiliation accumulated over the years.

The insults were like whip marks from repeated beatings. His clansmen pointed and whispered, and his parents groveled. He saw his younger self trapped outside the laughter and heard someone shouting "outsider" in the distance.

At that time, he was not well-liked because of his impure bloodline. His clansmen thought that he had a trace of low-level Crimson Fire Dragon blood in his blood. His parents were also looked down upon and died in depression.

The mirror slowly magnified these images until he could hardly distinguish between reality and illusion.

Every familiar scene struck a chord with him.

Several five-clawed golden dragons roared out of the mirror. They approached, their scales gleaming like blades cutting through the air, their voices like giant bells: "Lowly monstrous dragons, unworthy to live among the dragons."

With that, he swept out with his tail, and Ao Yi was immediately sent flying.

He struggled to his feet, his blood flowing slowly through his limbs as if it were ice.

The oppressive aura of the five-clawed golden dragons surged like a tide, pressing down on his chest and making it hard for him to breathe.

An even stronger surge of energy emanated from the depths of the mirror, and a larger, more realistic five-clawed golden dragon burst forth from its surface, gleaming with a metallic chill, and lunged at him.

The claw shadow fell, splitting the space, its demonic power terrifyingly astonishing.

Ao Yi was grabbed by a claw and slammed against the wall. He could feel the coldness of the claw pressing on his ribs, and the pain traveled from his flesh to his nerves, sharp and clear.

He tried to shout "Get out!" but his voice was like paper being torn apart, thin and weak.

"You're still as useless as ever." The five-clawed golden dragon revealed a mocking and disdainful expression.

Ao Yi took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He had been discriminated against because of his bloodline, but he was surprised to find that this bloodline was not from the Crimson Fire Dragon, but from the Seven-Clawed Crimson Dragon Emperor!
That's why the later Celestial King, Dragon Lord Ao Yi, came into being. Originally, it was thought that Ao Yi was doomed to die, but unexpectedly, when faced with a desperate situation, he revealed a crazed expression: "Even if I am still no match for you, I will never look at your disgusting faces again."

The next moment, he ignited the blood within his body without hesitation.

Blow up!

The golden light, like a tongue of fire that corrodes the bones, burned away the pain and fear beneath the skin. The body temperature rose to a terrifying level, and each heartbeat felt like a hammer pounding on the chest, shaking the lungs and viscera until they emitted a crimson light.

"Come die with me!" he shouted madly, his body like a burning golden ball, the ball flashing with dazzling light, like a tiny sun hitting a mirror.

At the moment of impact, time shattered into countless facets like glass, and the intense heat scalded these images into ashes.

The mirror trembled first, then cracked like ice being pierced, with cracks spreading outwards from the center.

The golden dragons that emerged from the mirror collapsed in an instant, like flags blown out by the wind.

The previous mocking voices seemed to have become thin and weak, as if the surrounding air had been sucked out.

Ao Yi stood in front of the mirror. He did not self-destruct, nor did the mirror break. It was as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

"It really is you." Ao Yi looked at the mirror in front of him, a hint of fervor flashing in his eyes. "Ranked ninety-fourth in the Artifact God Ranking, the Heart-Reflecting Demon Mirror."

The Mirror of the Heart manifests the fears deep within people's hearts, becoming stronger when faced with powerful opponents. Even immortal kings and celestial lords must be extremely cautious when encountering this object.

“The Star Curse King has always coveted this item and has searched for it for countless years. It has a fatal attraction for cultivators.” As he spoke, Ao Yi reached out to take it into his pocket.

However, just as his fingertips were about to touch the mirror, a cold laugh suddenly exploded in Ao Yi's ears: "My godfather's treasure, is it something that someone like you can lay a finger on? Put it down!"

His voice was like thunder, filled with an arrogant and disdainful disdain.

The air froze instantly as a powerful demonic force swept over, like an invisible giant hand that forcefully pressed down on Ao Yi's shoulder and shoved him away.

The next moment, a figure flashed into view, with a crimson dragon pattern appearing between his brows and his eyes shining with golden light.

It was Ao Yan who absorbed the last drop of the Seven-Clawed Crimson Dragon Emperor's blood!
His steps were not fast, but they carried an irresistible momentum. With each step he took, the fourth floor trembled, as if it could not withstand the pressure.

"Bastard, he didn't leave!" Ao Yi's lips twitched violently; he hadn't expected to be tricked.

At this moment, Ao Yan's aura was incredibly strong and was still rising. Obviously, he had not fully absorbed the drop of blood. However, he was already infinitely close to becoming a Great Immortal. If he could fully absorb the Crimson Dragon Blood, he would definitely be able to break through on the spot.

Ao Yan gently waved his hand, and the Mirror of Reflection was in his hand.

"Great, we can just pick up what's readily available." Ao Yan nodded with satisfaction. "I didn't expect that a piece of trash like you would actually be of some use."

With that, he flicked his sleeve, and Miaoling and Lao Muzi were thrown to the ground in a sorry state, barely alive.

"Damn it, this guy was observing from the shadows all along!" Ao Yi realized he had underestimated Ao Yan, but it was too late for regrets.

"It's about time to end this. The opportunity on the fifth floor is mine; you will all die here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ao Yan suddenly raised his hand, and a vast demonic power surged forth, instantly enveloping the entire fourth floor. Everyone was almost crushed by this pressure.

"This time, I really have no other choice." Ao Yi was exhausted, both physically and mentally. Even though he felt the threat of death, he was powerless to resist this time.