The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 1633 - 1629: Seizing the Mirror

Chapter 1633: Chapter 1629: Seizing the Mirror

At this moment, on the third layer of Tianyan Palace, two figures were crossing the Lava River; they were Che Qingtian and Yan Lie.

Hovering above their heads was a Treasure Pagoda, engulfed in golden flames—it was the Qiankun Xuanhuo Tower. The pagoda emitted a golden light curtain, isolating the scorching flames around them.

Che Qingtian and Yan Lie had torn clothes and were half-drenched in blood, looking extremely ragged.

"Damn Wu Luo, setting up a Demonic Array to ambush us. If I encounter her again, I will make her pay!" Yan Lie said hatefully.

Che Qingtian was not as agitated, forming a hand seal and casting a white light that entered the Qiankun Xuanhuo Tower above his head.

Seeing this, a flash of anger crossed Yan Lie’s eyes, but he said nothing.

After Wanshui Zhenren’s death at the hands of Shen Luo, Yan Lie alone was no match for Che Qingtian and was ordered around by him. The Qiankun Xuanhuo Tower had also been seized by Che Qingtian for his refinement.

Yan Lie was angry but dared not speak out. He deeply regretted agreeing to join forces with Che Qingtian, but it was too late now. Since a significant part of the Qiankun Xuanhuo Tower was in the other’s hands, even if he deliberately violated the rules to teleport away, he would lose the pagoda and had no choice but to silently suffer the bitter fruit of his past actions.

A stream of golden light shot from the base of the tower, wrapping around the golden flames within the Lava River and absorbing them completely.

The prohibition within the tower roared to life, and after several breaths, a golden light burst forth from inside, splitting into two and entering both their bodies.

Their aura gradually strengthened, and their mana was quickly fully restored.

"Thank goodness for these magma golden flames, otherwise we would’ve been in real trouble," Che Qingtian said with a nod.

"What should we do next?" Yan Lie glanced at the Lava River and asked.

"We set off immediately. Wu Luo set this trap to delay us, which means she must be up to something. We have to catch up with them as quickly as possible!" Che Qingtian stated decisively.

Yan Lie nodded in agreement, and the two of them hurried forward.

Time trickled away, moment by moment.

Nie Caizhu was still concentrating on refining the Black Ancient Mirror, while Shen Luo was guarding her.

The entire Dark City was so eerily quiet that it made one’s heart skip a beat. Although Shen Luo had managed to recuperate his mana through the consumption of Elixirs, he still felt somewhat uneasy.

The rule of this city was not to stay in the darkness, which gave people the subconscious impression that danger could burst forth from the shadows at any moment, forcing them to keep their nerves taut.

Just then, strange fluctuations came from the black Stone Platform on the altar, and the surface of the closely connected Black Ancient Mirror began to flake off like rust.

"Is the refining complete?" While Shen Luo was puzzled, his expression suddenly changed drastically.

From behind the broken walls outside the altar, a dark silhouette suddenly burst forth, moving so fast that even Shen Luo almost failed to see it clearly.

His Ghost Eye of the Netherworld was already in operation, and his figure instantly flickered, darting in front of Nie Caizhu. He flipped his wrist, gripping the Profound Yellow Staff tightly and thrusting it fiercely into the void in front of him.

With a "clang" sound, sparks flew in the void.

The dark silhouette was picked off by his staff and tumbled in mid-air, flipping over to land on a piece of broken wall, looking at Shen Luo with arms crossed.

Shen Luo saw that it was a young man in a black robe, with two metallic Sharp Claws emitting a faint green glow on his crossed hands, eyeing him with a skeptical look.

"You can see my movements?" the Black-robed Youth asked.

Shen Luo didn’t answer, instead focusing his gaze in front, and spreading out his Divine Sense to probe the surroundings.

The Black-robed Youth didn’t take offense at his silence, just staring at his eyes and saying softly, "Ghost Eye of the Netherworld, what a pity, it’s not fully matured yet."

As soon as the words left his mouth, a ghostly light suddenly flickered on his body.

Shen Luo’s gaze also jumped, subconsciously preparing to defend against an attack, but to his surprise, the black-robed youth stayed put, not moving an inch.

While he was puzzled, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck and almost instinctively dodged to the side.

At that moment, a slight whooshing sound passed by his ear.

"Pfft"

A light noise followed, and blood spurted from Shen Luo’s earlobe; a piece had been directly sliced off by a blade.

"Such keen insight, ordinary monks could not have avoided my strike," the black-robed youth across from him finally showed a smile, speaking with quite a bit of admiration.

Shen Luo’s brow furrowed, but he didn’t rashly attack. Instead, he carefully continued to guard beside Nie Caizhu.

"Cousin..." Nie Caizhu transmitted her voice, a tone of great worry in her speech.

"Don’t be distracted, focus on refining," Shen Luo reminded.

The refining of the Kunlun Mirror was not yet complete; if they were interrupted now, their efforts would be in vain.

Just then, the black-robed youth opposite him flickered with a ghostly light once again.

"Now’s the time..." Shen Luo let out a low shout.

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure moved too, moonlight scattering beneath his feet, almost instantly arriving in front of the black-robed youth.

He immediately swept the Profound Yellow Staff in his hand towards the black-robed youth’s head.

"Hiss," a sound echoed.

The black-robed youth’s head shattered at the sound, but surprisingly no blood burst forth. Instead, three fresh gashes suddenly appeared on Shen Luo’s neck, blood splattering.

"How could this be?" Shen Luo’s eyes widened in disbelief at the sight before him.

The black-robed youth, whose head he had smashed with his staff, now suddenly reformed his figure, his steel claws aiming straight for his heart, looking set to carve it open.

Shen Luo’s heart chilled, and he hastily used the Slanting Moon Steps to dodge, but then a dull sound came from above his head.

Without even time to look up, he just felt an overwhelming force, mountain-like, falling from above and pressing down on him.

Above him, a horse-faced man showed a smile, his arms crossed, stamping down with one foot towards Shen Luo, beneath his foot a giant crimson hoofprint emerged, wrapped in mysterious flames, its presence astonishing.

Shen Luo had no way to avoid it and could only shout in anger, as he stimulated the Demonic Qi of Chiyou within his body, raising his arms in defense.

A huge Chiyou’s Claw appeared to block the horse-faced man’s crimson hoofprint, but it couldn’t stop being depressed by the powerful force.

Shen Luo had no time for anything else; he lifted his long stick, deflecting the black-robed youth’s impaling sharp claw.

"This is bad..." He was sealed left, right, above, and below by the two men, and suddenly he had no room to pull away to help Nie Caizhu defend.

Regrettably, before he could even warn her, a dark silhouette emerged from a shadowy corner, revealing itself to be none other than Wu Luo.

"Little girl, hand over the Kunlun Mirror if you don’t want to die," Wu Luo walked toward the altar at an unhurried pace, saying.

Nie Caizhu saw Shen Luo’s predicament, her heart burning with urgency, yet her face showed no change, her voice remaining calm as she said, "If you want the Kunlun Mirror, come up and take it. It’s just that I haven’t finished refining it yet, I’m afraid you won’t be able to take it away, right?"