Tang Dynasty Demon Suppression Division

Li Yuan landed lightly on the cliff top, formed hand seals, and communicated with the Dark Star in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Since establishing a connection with this star, he can feel its presence anytime, anywhere.

A faint starlight descended from the sky, pierced through the clouds, and continuously fell into his body.

Starlight shone on the blade, reflecting the brilliance of the Flame of Silence and soaring straight into the sky.

"bring it on."

He raised his head, looked at the two people opposite him with an imposing aura, and said, "Let me see what other tricks you have up your sleeve."

The masked man's face was grim, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

But he didn't panic.

Because he still has a trump card up his sleeve.

"Li Yuan, you forced me to do this."

A sinister smile appeared on his lips as he took out a bronze mirror from his robes. The mirror was dark gold in color, and its edges were covered with densely packed runes.

The moment the bronze mirror appeared, Li Yuan's brow twitched, and an extremely dangerous feeling instantly filled his entire body.

Alarm bells rang in his mind.

"This is the Soul-Suppressing Mirror, capable of suppressing all souls under heaven."

The masked man looked at Li Yuan with a mocking gaze and slowly activated the magic mirror.

A burst of golden light shot out, and a terrifying pressure emanated from the mirror, causing Li Yuan's heart to skip a beat.

It's actually a celestial treasure!

In the Tang Dynasty, magical artifacts were divided into nine grades. Grade one was made of ordinary iron, grade three and above were spiritual artifacts, and grade five were already rare spiritual treasures.

The Immortal level is the eighth grade, and above that is only the Divine level, which is extremely rare in the world. Each one is an exquisite treasure that can unleash power equivalent to that of the Dao Entry Realm.

The divine level is already a legend. Li Yuan only saw it once from afar in the treasure pavilion of the Divine Martial Academy, which is said to be the academy's most prized treasure.

If his Flame Silence could grow to a full potential, it would theoretically be at the god level, but for now, it can only unleash the power of a seventh-grade being at most.

Li Yuan's pupils constricted sharply. He never expected that in order to kill him, the other party would actually bring out a top-level magic weapon that every cultivator would dream of.

The masked man raised the bronze mirror high, chanting incantations. The runes on the mirror lit up one by one, the light growing stronger and stronger, as if a sun were rising in his hand.

Li Yuan retreated rapidly, and the moment he moved, the old ape's arrow arrived.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

A barrage of arrows came flying, preventing him from leaving.

Li Yuan parried with his sword, and a series of clanging sounds rang out as arrows flew wildly. Although none of them could harm him, they effectively slowed him down.

"town!"

The masked man gave a low shout, and a dark golden beam of light shot out from the bronze mirror, instantly locking onto Li Yuan.

An irresistible and terrifying force pressed down from all directions, instantly imprisoning Li Yuan's soul. No matter how Li Yuan mobilized the spiritual power within his body, he could not make contact.

At this moment, he became a mortal without any spiritual power.

Even the connection to the power of the stars was completely severed.

Li Yuan's body stiffened, as if he had fallen into a sticky swamp and was unable to move.

He hurriedly communicated with the Myriad Realms Palace in his sea of ​​consciousness, which was his last resort.

But even his consciousness was frozen, making it impossible for him to connect with his sea of ​​consciousness.

For the first time, Li Yuan clearly felt the threat of death, and despair welled up in his heart.

The masked man, holding a bronze mirror, slowly descended in front of Li Yuan. Looking at Li Yuan's stiff expression, a smug glint flashed in his eyes.

"Li Yuan, you should feel honored to be suppressed by a celestial treasure."

He slowly raised his sword, the tip pressed against Li Yuan's throat, his voice icy.

"It's time to end this."

Anger flashed in Li Yuan's eyes, but he couldn't move, he couldn't do anything, he could only watch helplessly.

Am I really going to die here?

He didn't give up, gritting his teeth and relentlessly attacking, but the power of the Soul-Suppressing Mirror was too great, and he couldn't budge it even a little.

As the sword tip pressed against his throat, a chill ran through him.

A thought flashed through Li Yuan's mind, and he suddenly shouted in his mind.

"Leave!"

At the critical moment of life and death, a long sigh came from the depths of his consciousness.

"Singing~"

The sigh seemed to come from a distant time and space, ancient and weathered, having endured the sedimentation of countless years, piercing through the confinement of the Soul-Suppressing Mirror, piercing through all obstacles in the world, and clearly resounding in his ears.

"Little guy, you're in trouble."

Li Yuan's spirits lifted; it was indeed Li, and it had responded to him.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

"Senior!" he called out urgently, "Can you help me?"

Li remained silent for a moment.

"I can help you."

Li Yuan felt a sense of relief.

"But the power of the Myriad Realms Palace cannot be used at will; every use comes at a price."

"What price?"

Li Yuan asked without hesitation, saying that he was willing to pay any price as long as he could survive.

"Not now, you're too weak," Li said calmly, stating the facts. "When you reach a certain level of power in the future, you'll need to do something for the master of the Myriad Realms Palace."

Li Yuan was slightly taken aback.

"The master of the Myriad Realms Palace? Aren't you?"

"No, I am merely a spirit of the artifact." Li's voice carried a hint of sadness. "My master has long since departed, and I now guard him."

"What he wants you to do will not involve the beings of this world, nor will it go against your true nature; it is only about the origin of the world."

What is the origin of the world?

Such things were too far removed from him; only the power of the gods could reach them.

"This is an extremely difficult task, even life-threatening. Are you still willing to undertake it?"

"I do."

Li Yuan did not hesitate at all. If he did not agree, he would die immediately, and he did not know when the price he was talking about would be. If he could not get through this hurdle, how could he talk about the future?

Li remained silent for a moment.

"Okay, remember your promise."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Myriad Realms Palace, which had been dormant for a long time deep within his consciousness, emerged and lit up with a soft white light.

The white light was not dazzling, yet it ignored all laws, spreading out from Li Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness and rapidly permeating every corner of his body like a tide.

The light from the Soul-Suppressing Mirror seemed to have encountered a natural enemy, retreating rapidly and instantly withdrawing from his body.

At this moment, the masked man had enjoyed Li Yuan's despair enough and was preparing to pierce his throat with his sword.

"Buzz—!"

The Soul-Suppressing Mirror in his palm trembled violently. He subconsciously looked down and saw that the runes on the mirror were flashing wildly. He was stunned and did not understand what was happening.

He looked up at Li Yuan in confusion; the latter remained in a restrained position, his body stiff.

The masked man was relieved; it seemed it wasn't because of Li Yuan, since he had never used such a powerful treasure before.

A sense of unease swept through him. This time, he did not hesitate and thrust his sword forward. Only by seeing Li Yuan die with his own eyes could he feel at ease.

At this moment, Li Yuan had regained control of his body and felt more confident, so he was no longer in a hurry to kill his opponent.

"etc."

He suddenly spoke with difficulty, his eyes filled with resentment, "I admit defeat... but before I die, could you... let me die knowing why?"

The masked man's sword twitched, and after a moment of silence, he actually stopped: "What do you want to know?"

"Who wants to kill me?" Li Yuan asked in a sorrowful tone. "I, Li Yuan, have never offended anyone. Why would someone go to such lengths to kill me?"

"At least... let me know who killed me."

The masked man remained silent for a moment, seemingly weighing the pros and cons. Even he had to admire a prodigy like Li Yuan, the most dazzling genius in hundreds of years.