Mortal: Starting with the Seven Mysterious Sects, I proved my Dao through sacrifice.

Murong Fan knew that he would have to leave Yue Kingdom through the ancient mirror in three days. He flashed and silently sneaked into the Yan Family Fortress.

Yan Ruyan sat by the window, her expression somewhat dazed. Since taking over the dilapidated Ghost Spirit Sect, although she appeared to be enjoying immense prestige, her heart was filled with unease. She knew that the Seven Sects Alliance had never truly accepted her, and everything she had now depended on Murong Fan alone.

"Young Master Murong." Seeing Murong Fan push open the door and enter, Yan Ruyan's eyes instantly lit up with joy, but then turned to disappointment. "I heard... you're going to the Great Jin?"

Murong Fan walked behind her, gently placed his hand on her shoulder, and felt her body trembling slightly.

"Yes. The old monster Ku Chan planted the 'Ancient Buddha Relic' in my body. If I don't return to the Thunder Sound Sect of the Great Jin Dynasty to settle this karmic debt, I will be controlled by others for the rest of my life."

"Then... I'll go with you!" Yan Ruyan suddenly turned around, grabbing Murong Fan's arm tightly. "I don't want Yan Family Fortress or Ghost Spirit Sect anymore, I just want to be with you! You saved me, you saved my father, you saved Yan Family Fortress! I've already decided on you in my heart!"

"No!" Murong Fan shook his head, his gaze turning unusually serious. "Ruyan, listen to me. The Great Jin is extremely dangerous; it's a true holy land for cultivation, where Nascent Soul cultivators are everywhere, and even Divine Transformation experts are not uncommon. Although you've taken over the Ghost Spirit Sect, your cultivation is still shallow. Taking you along will only lead you to utter ruin."

"But..." "No buts." Murong Fan interrupted her and continued, "You stay here and use the resources of the Ghost Spirit Sect to cultivate diligently. Remember! Those people from the Seven Sects are not entirely trustworthy. Before I return from the Great Jin, you must keep a low profile and never confront them directly."

"I'll remember!" Yan Ruyan's eyes were slightly red.

……

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past three days, Murong Fan made final arrangements for the affairs of Yan Family Fortress, and went to the Seven Mysteries Sect that he had been longing for. After returning, he sacrificed all the ordinary-grade refining materials, pills and several spare magic weapons in exchange for spirit stones, the hard currency of the cultivation world. He only took some self-defense items and the ancient mirror that was of utmost importance.

Murong Fan stood in a long-abandoned underground cave on the border of Yue Kingdom. The surroundings were deathly silent, except for the dripping of water droplets seeping from the cracks in the rocks above. The ancient mirror in his hand was slightly warm, its surface cloudy, yet it faintly emitted a chilling aura.

"This is it, the altar really is reliable!" he muttered to himself, his gaze sweeping over the ancient teleportation array in the center of the cave, which had been silent for countless years.

This array was completely different from the teleportation arrays commonly seen in the cultivation world today. The array plate was cast from a dark silver metal that had long lost its luster and was covered with the marks and cracks of time. The array patterns were complex and obscure, vaguely revealing the movement of stars and ancient sacrificial totems, exuding a vast and sacred aura. In particular, the shape of the grooves at the core of the array plate subtly matched the outline of the edge of the ancient mirror in his hand.

Murong Fan understood immediately; this was far beyond the capabilities of a place as spiritually barren as Yue Kingdom. Considering the origin of the ancient mirror, it was highly likely that this was a cross-realm technique set up by the powerful monk Ku Chan of the Great Jin Dynasty to guide destined individuals or leave behind a contingency plan. It was just unknown why this formation was ultimately left behind here, remaining dormant for countless years.

Murong Fan took a deep breath; he no longer hesitated. Having decided to leave, there was no turning back. The karma of Yue Kingdom was settled, and the pursuit of the demonic path was imminent. Only by heading to the Great Jin, where the cultivation civilization flourished, could he find better opportunities and resources for cultivation.

Murong Fan stepped forward and carefully inserted the ancient mirror into the largest groove in the core of the array plate.

"Crunch!"

The ancient mirror fits perfectly into the groove.

"Buzz—"

In an instant, the ancient mirror seemed to come alive. The runes on the back of the mirror glowed with a faint blue light, quickly connecting and resonating with the silver runes on the array plate that represented the power of space! The entire silent array plate suddenly trembled, like an ancient behemoth awakening from its slumber. An ancient and vast spatial aura instantly permeated the entire cave.

Immediately afterwards, Murong Fan quickly took out several top-grade spirit stones from his storage bag and, according to specific directions, embedded them into the already broken grooves on the edge of the array plate to provide the array with the most basic energy.

As the last spirit stone was embedded, the entire ancient teleportation array erupted with dazzling light! Blue and silver light intertwined, forming a vortex-shaped, brilliant portal above the array plate. A powerful spatial suction emanated from it, causing Murong Fan's robes to flutter wildly.

However, just as the teleportation was about to succeed, a sudden change occurred!

"boom!"

A decaying, decadent yet supremely majestic will faintly emanated from the other end of the teleportation array, flowing upstream along the light gate! It was not a physical attack, but a high-dimensional pressure of divine consciousness, as if an invisible hand was trying to hold down the newly activated channel, even penetrating into Murong Fan's sea of ​​consciousness.

"This is bad! The other end of this ancient formation seems to be connected to some extraordinary being!"

Murong Fan's expression changed drastically, but he reacted extremely quickly. He bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the ancient mirror, while simultaneously frantically activating the array with his divine sense: "No matter who you are, those who block my path shall die!"

Just as that higher-dimensional will was about to invade his sea of ​​consciousness, the ancient Buddha relic within his body suddenly heated up! A gentle yet incredibly resilient golden Buddha light erupted from his dantian, instantly forming a dazzling defensive barrier that kept the corrupt will outside his body.

"Buzz—"

The Buddha's light not only protected his sea of ​​consciousness, but also rebounded back along the path of that will! A muffled groan came from the other end of the teleportation array, and the oppressive feeling immediately weakened by more than half.

"Chance!"

He forcibly increased the output of spirit stones, and the ancient mirror shone brightly, forcefully withstanding the pressure of that will.

"Walk!"

Without further hesitation, Murong Fan stepped into the gate of light.

The world spun around him; the dizziness from the interdimensional teleportation was far more intense than he had imagined. Murong Fan felt his bones groan in unbearable pain, his internal organs seemed to be kneaded and torn apart by an invisible giant hand, and space itself was cruelly crushing his body like a millstone.

If his physical body hadn't undergone numerous temperings and been protected by the ancient mirror's azure light, he would have been reduced to dust in an instant. Even so, the subtle spatial fluctuations still caused his blood to surge, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Murong Fan gritted his teeth, closed his eyes tightly, and dared not look directly at the blinding spatial turbulence. He could only rely on his powerful soul to sense the pulling of space.

That suffocating, tearing sensation suddenly and quickly disappeared.

"Bang."

Everything seemed to have returned to calm. Murong Fan staggered a step, knelt on one knee, and gasped for breath. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly opened his eyes.

The light gate behind him dimmed and disappeared quickly after he stepped out, and the ancient mirror automatically fell into his hand, its luster much dimmer than before.

Murong Fan raised his head and looked around. This was an ancient stone palace of the same style, but even larger. Countless luminous pearls were inlaid in the dome, simulating the stars in the sky, emitting a soft and eternal light. The air was filled with an extremely pure spiritual energy, more than ten times richer than that of the Yue Kingdom!

Murong Fan stood up and pushed open the heavy doors of the stone hall.

Outside the gate, there was a bustling market town in the distance, with towering pavilions standing side by side, and cultivators flying overhead from time to time on their shimmering magical artifacts.

"As expected of the Great Jin Dynasty..."

Murong Fan gazed at this unfamiliar world, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

The storms of Yue have passed, but the legend of the Great Jin has only just begun. In the cultivation world of Yue, he can be considered a hero who turned the tide, but in the Great Jin, he may only be a novice cultivator, and everything has to start from scratch.

Murong Fan suppressed his emotions, carefully put the ancient mirror into his storage bag, straightened his clothes, and followed the etiquette of the Great Jin Dynasty that he had read in ancient books. He slowly walked towards the market. He first needed to find out the exact location of this place, and then find a way to go to the Leiyin Sect to settle the cause and effect that had been buried for many years.

The next chapter is even more exciting: Chapter 65, "The Ancient Mirror Opens the Road to Heaven, and the Great Jin Dynasty Unfolds Its Grand Plans!" We look forward to your visit.

"This is bad! The other end of this ancient formation seems to be connected to some extraordinary being!"

Murong Fan's expression changed drastically, but he reacted extremely quickly. He bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the ancient mirror, while simultaneously frantically activating the array with his divine sense: "No matter who you are, those who block my path shall die!"

Just as that higher-dimensional will was about to invade his sea of ​​consciousness, the ancient Buddha relic within his body suddenly heated up! A gentle yet incredibly resilient golden Buddha light erupted from his dantian, instantly forming a dazzling defensive barrier that kept the corrupt will outside his body.

"Buzz—"

The Buddha's light not only protected his sea of ​​consciousness, but also rebounded back along the path of that will! A muffled groan came from the other end of the teleportation array, and the oppressive feeling immediately weakened by more than half.

"Chance!"

He forcibly increased the output of spirit stones, and the ancient mirror shone brightly, forcefully withstanding the pressure of that will.

"Walk!"

Without further hesitation, Murong Fan stepped into the gate of light.

The world spun around him; the dizziness from the interdimensional teleportation was far more intense than he had imagined. Murong Fan felt his bones groan in unbearable pain, his internal organs seemed to be kneaded and torn apart by an invisible giant hand, and space itself was cruelly crushing his body like a millstone.

If his physical body hadn't undergone numerous temperings and been protected by the ancient mirror's azure light, he would have been reduced to dust in an instant. Even so, the subtle spatial fluctuations still caused his blood to surge, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Murong Fan gritted his teeth, closed his eyes tightly, and dared not look directly at the blinding spatial turbulence. He could only rely on his powerful soul to sense the pulling of space.

That suffocating, tearing sensation suddenly and quickly disappeared.

"Bang."

Everything seemed to have returned to calm. Murong Fan staggered a step, knelt on one knee, and gasped for breath. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly opened his eyes.

The light gate behind him dimmed and disappeared quickly after he stepped out, and the ancient mirror automatically fell into his hand, its luster much dimmer than before.

Murong Fan raised his head and looked around. This was an ancient stone palace of the same style, but even larger. Countless luminous pearls were inlaid in the dome, simulating the stars in the sky, emitting a soft and eternal light. The air was filled with an extremely pure spiritual energy, more than ten times richer than that of the Yue Kingdom!

Murong Fan stood up and pushed open the heavy doors of the stone hall.

Outside the gate, there was a bustling market town in the distance, with towering pavilions standing side by side, and cultivators flying overhead from time to time on their shimmering magical artifacts.

"As expected of the Great Jin Dynasty..."

Murong Fan gazed at this unfamiliar world, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

The storms of Yue have passed, but the legend of the Great Jin has only just begun. In the cultivation world of Yue, he can be considered a hero who turned the tide, but in the Great Jin, he may only be a novice cultivator, and everything has to start from scratch.

Murong Fan suppressed his emotions, carefully put the ancient mirror into his storage bag, straightened his clothes, and followed the etiquette of the Great Jin Dynasty that he had read in ancient books. He slowly walked towards the market. He first needed to find out the exact location of this place, and then find a way to go to the Leiyin Sect to settle the cause and effect that had been buried for many years.

"This is bad! The other end of this ancient formation seems to be connected to some extraordinary being!"

Murong Fan's expression changed drastically, but he reacted extremely quickly. He bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the ancient mirror, while simultaneously frantically activating the array with his divine sense: "No matter who you are, those who block my path shall die!"

Just as that higher-dimensional will was about to invade his sea of ​​consciousness, the ancient Buddha relic within his body suddenly heated up! A gentle yet incredibly resilient golden Buddha light erupted from his dantian, instantly forming a dazzling defensive barrier that kept the corrupt will outside his body.

"Buzz—"

The Buddha's light not only protected his sea of ​​consciousness, but also rebounded back along the path of that will! A muffled groan came from the other end of the teleportation array, and the oppressive feeling immediately weakened by more than half.

"Chance!"

He forcibly increased the output of spirit stones, and the ancient mirror shone brightly, forcefully withstanding the pressure of that will.

"Walk!"

Without further hesitation, Murong Fan stepped into the gate of light.

The world spun around him; the dizziness from the interdimensional teleportation was far more intense than he had imagined. Murong Fan felt his bones groan in unbearable pain, his internal organs seemed to be kneaded and torn apart by an invisible giant hand, and space itself was cruelly crushing his body like a millstone.

If his physical body hadn't undergone numerous temperings and been protected by the ancient mirror's azure light, he would have been reduced to dust in an instant. Even so, the subtle spatial fluctuations still caused his blood to surge, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Murong Fan gritted his teeth, closed his eyes tightly, and dared not look directly at the blinding spatial turbulence. He could only rely on his powerful soul to sense the pulling of space.

That suffocating, tearing sensation suddenly and quickly disappeared.

"Bang."

Everything seemed to have returned to calm. Murong Fan staggered a step, knelt on one knee, and gasped for breath. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly opened his eyes.

The light gate behind him dimmed and disappeared quickly after he stepped out, and the ancient mirror automatically fell into his hand, its luster much dimmer than before.

Murong Fan raised his head and looked around. This was an ancient stone palace of the same style, but even larger. Countless luminous pearls were inlaid in the dome, simulating the stars in the sky, emitting a soft and eternal light. The air was filled with an extremely pure spiritual energy, more than ten times richer than that of the Yue Kingdom!

Murong Fan stood up and pushed open the heavy doors of the stone hall.

Outside the gate, there was a bustling market town in the distance, with towering pavilions standing side by side, and cultivators flying overhead from time to time on their shimmering magical artifacts.

"As expected of the Great Jin Dynasty..."

Murong Fan gazed at this unfamiliar world, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

The storms of Yue have passed, but the legend of the Great Jin has only just begun. In the cultivation world of Yue, he can be considered a hero who turned the tide, but in the Great Jin, he may only be a novice cultivator, and everything has to start from scratch.

Murong Fan suppressed his emotions, carefully put the ancient mirror into his storage bag, straightened his clothes, and followed the etiquette of the Great Jin Dynasty that he had read in ancient books. He slowly walked towards the market. He first needed to find out the exact location of this place, and then find a way to go to the Leiyin Sect to settle the cause and effect that had been buried for many years.

"This is bad! The other end of this ancient formation seems to be connected to some extraordinary being!"

Murong Fan's expression changed drastically, but he reacted extremely quickly. He bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the ancient mirror, while simultaneously frantically activating the array with his divine sense: "No matter who you are, those who block my path shall die!"

Just as that higher-dimensional will was about to invade his sea of ​​consciousness, the ancient Buddha relic within his body suddenly heated up! A gentle yet incredibly resilient golden Buddha light erupted from his dantian, instantly forming a dazzling defensive barrier that kept the corrupt will outside his body.

"Buzz—"

The Buddha's light not only protected his sea of ​​consciousness, but also rebounded back along the path of that will! A muffled groan came from the other end of the teleportation array, and the oppressive feeling immediately weakened by more than half.

"Chance!"

He forcibly increased the output of spirit stones, and the ancient mirror shone brightly, forcefully withstanding the pressure of that will.

"Walk!"

Without further hesitation, Murong Fan stepped into the gate of light.

The world spun around him; the dizziness from the interdimensional teleportation was far more intense than he had imagined. Murong Fan felt his bones groan in unbearable pain, his internal organs seemed to be kneaded and torn apart by an invisible giant hand, and space itself was cruelly crushing his body like a millstone.

If his physical body hadn't undergone numerous temperings and been protected by the ancient mirror's azure light, he would have been reduced to dust in an instant. Even so, the subtle spatial fluctuations still caused his blood to surge, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Murong Fan gritted his teeth, closed his eyes tightly, and dared not look directly at the blinding spatial turbulence. He could only rely on his powerful soul to sense the pulling of space.

That suffocating, tearing sensation suddenly and quickly disappeared.

"Bang."

Everything seemed to have returned to calm. Murong Fan staggered a step, knelt on one knee, and gasped for breath. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly opened his eyes.

The light gate behind him dimmed and disappeared quickly after he stepped out, and the ancient mirror automatically fell into his hand, its luster much dimmer than before.

Murong Fan raised his head and looked around. This was an ancient stone palace of the same style, but even larger. Countless luminous pearls were inlaid in the dome, simulating the stars in the sky, emitting a soft and eternal light. The air was filled with an extremely pure spiritual energy, more than ten times richer than that of the Yue Kingdom!

Murong Fan stood up and pushed open the heavy doors of the stone hall.

Outside the gate, there was a bustling market town in the distance, with towering pavilions standing side by side, and cultivators flying overhead from time to time on their shimmering magical artifacts.

"As expected of the Great Jin Dynasty..."

Murong Fan gazed at this unfamiliar world, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

The storms of Yue have passed, but the legend of the Great Jin has only just begun. In the cultivation world of Yue, he can be considered a hero who turned the tide, but in the Great Jin, he may only be a novice cultivator, and everything has to start from scratch.

Murong Fan suppressed his emotions, carefully put the ancient mirror into his storage bag, straightened his clothes, and followed the etiquette of the Great Jin Dynasty that he had read in ancient books. He slowly walked towards the market. He first needed to find out the exact location of this place, and then find a way to go to the Leiyin Sect to settle the cause and effect that had been buried for many years.