The world slowly returned.
The blinding white light receded, leaving behind the ruined city of the secret realm. Purple-hued clouds swirled in the sky, torn fragments of shattered streets floating like debris suspended in air. Dust hung in the atmosphere, shimmering faintly in the residual light of the shattered mirror’s explosion. The ground trembled beneath them, and the air still vibrated with the echoes of energy so immense it had seemed to tear at the fabric of reality.
The members of Sanatan Flame Sect blinked, their hearts hammering.
Lin Shu’s knees nearly buckled as she steadied herself. Her eyes, wide and glimmering with a mixture of awe and love, followed Shaurya as he stood calm and unshaken amidst the chaos.
"Shaurya... that..." her voice trembled, faltering under the enormity of what they had just witnessed.
Shaurya’s golden aura now vanished softly, and hands causally in his pockets. Smiling calmly, his presence serene — yet infinitely powerful. Around him, the bodies of the Blood Saber Sect members were strewn across the broken landscape.
The disciples of Sanatan Flame Sect shuffled closer to each other, faces pale, eyes wide. Their breaths came in short, uneven gasps. The echo of the chaos inside the mirror — the impossible flips of reality — was still burning in their minds.
Luo Chen, usually outspoken, could barely manage a whisper.
"Master... he... he was... a god... in there..."
Wang Tian’s jaw was tight, fists clenched. His eyes burned with a mixture of shock and deep respect, and maybe... relief.
Elder Liya’s hands were pressed to her mouth, fingers shaking, while Elder Wan placed a steadying hand on her shoulder. They glanced at each other, unspoken words hanging in the air: We have just witnessed power beyond comprehension.
"Shaurya..." Lin Shu said again, this time steadier, her voice a mixture of awe and gratitude. "You... saved us all..... Again."
The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood. The ruined city stood silent, its crumbling walls bathed in a dull, violet hue cast by the fractured sky above. Dust hung like a veil over shattered stones and broken spears.
Amid the desolation, Shaurya stood — his figure calm yet radiating quiet dominance. He tilted his head slightly, a sharp grin curving his lips. The faint glimmer of amusement danced in his eyes as he raised his right hand.
With his index and middle fingers extended in a salute-like gesture, he said with a cool, unbothered tone,
Then, turning away, he slid his hands into his pockets and began walking forward. The sound of his boots against the debris echoed faintly in the emptiness.
Lying before him was Zhou Xian’s lifeless body — the once-proud warrior now pierced clean through the forehead by his own spear. The metallic shaft gleamed under the faint, shifting light. Shaurya stopped, lowering his gaze to the corpse.
He shook his head slowly. Then, pulling his right hand out of his pocket, he reached forward and gripped the bloodstained spear. With a swift motion, he yanked it free from Zhou Xian’s skull.
The wet sound of metal sliding through flesh broke the silence. Shaurya spun the weapon casually, testing its balance, his expression unreadable.
He thought to himself, Hmm... it’s nothing compared to system items. But still, I can sell it and gain a good amount of money.
He slipped the spear into his storage ring.
Then, without warning, a translucent window materialized in front of him with a familiar chime.
[Congratulations Host, for coming out alive from the Mirror.]
Shaurya’s grin deepened. "Thank you... and do I get something?"
The system’s voice replied, calm and teasing as ever.
[Yes, of course... you will get life to live. Enjoy.]
Shaurya’s smile flickered, his brows twitching slightly. He forced a dry laugh. "Really? Stop joking. The mirror is also broken, and I didn’t get anything."
[Okay, okay... if you cry , I have to give you something.]
Shaurya’s expression twisted in irritation. His fist clenched tightly before he exhaled and calmed himself down.
Then the voice rang out again.
[Congratulations Host:]
You got a minor level-up — from Nascent Soul Level 4 to Nascent Soul Level 6. Fragment of Power of Mirror of Sovereign Will acquired. Physical and mental strength enhanced. You can now damage spirits and soul forms directly.]
A blinding golden glow erupted from Shaurya’s body. Energy surged through him like a roaring river, golden currents spiraling around his limbs. His aura expanded violently — the ground beneath his feet cracked.
Shaurya gazed down at his hands, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He laughed — loud, wild, and unrestrained. His laughter echoed through the broken city, reaching every corner of the ruins.
From the distance, the disciples watched in awe. Their eyes widened, hearts pounding. They exchanged glances filled with shock and reverence. Their master had done the impossible as if it were nothing — and even his cultivation had risen.
Shaurya dismissed the golden energy and opened a system map. A translucent projection of the Secret Realm unfolded before him — shimmering terrain, dotted markers, and faint glowing lines.
He studied it quietly. There were four main treasures, each radiating power far beyond the ordinary relics scattered across the realm. One of them had already been conquered.
He stretched his neck, rolled his shoulders, and turned toward his disciples.
"Okay... we are now heading toward our next location. Collect all treasures and everything from the Blood Saber Sect members. Don’t leave a single thing. Even if it’s useless for us — we can sell it."
The disciples bowed deeply, shouting in unison,
Lin Shu stepped forward, his tone calm, a faint smile on his lips. "So... where are we going? And for what?"
Shaurya inhaled deeply, then exhaled. "I only know the direction. Other things... we’ll get to know when we reach there."
He turned, stretching his arms as he walked ahead. Behind him, his disciples were already scavenging through the remains of the Blood Saber Sect — stripping weapons, pills, scrolls, and even broken artifacts. The air was filled with the clinking of metal and the faint shimmer of spiritual light.
After some time, the group had collected everything.
Shaurya turned back and shouted,
They raised their hands and answered in perfect rhythm,
Shaurya raised his right hand toward the violet sky.
The disciples cheered, their voices resonating through the wasteland. Dust swirled as they all leaped into motion, dashing toward the south. The ground trembled under their unified movement. The ruined city faded behind them — leaving only silence and the scent of battle.
Far away, in the depths of an ancient forest, towering trees rose like skyscrapers, their canopies so dense that sunlight barely touched the mossy ground. The air shimmered faintly with spiritual energy.
At a large clearing, a massive cave yawned open at the base of a hill. A group of cultivators stood before it — disciples of the Moonlight Pavilion.
Their leader, Meng Liyu, stood at the front, her long silver robes rippling in the wind. Her expression was calm but sharp. She lifted her hand and spoke,
"There... from that cave, strong spiritual energy is coming. Seems like there is some kind of treasure."
Excitement flickered through the disciples’ faces. The three elders behind Meng Liyu exchanged eager glances, their eyes glimmering.
But Meng Liyu’s voice cut through the rising murmur, firm and cold.
"Don’t be happy too early. When there is a treasure, there will be grave danger. Don’t let your guard down."
All of them responded at once,
They began their advance toward the cave. The air grew heavier, charged with the scent of damp stone and an ancient, bestial presence.
Then — a low growl rolled out from the darkness within.
Meng Liyu froze. Her hand went to her sword, drawing it in one smooth motion. The blade shimmered, and the engraved moon crescent on its surface pulsed with silver light.
The disciples tightened their formation, every weapon drawn.
From the shadows, something stirred — and then a massive creature stepped into view. Its body was like a komodo dragon’s, thick and muscular, but covered in rock-hard scales resembling a turtle’s shell. Its eyes gleamed a feral yellow, and when it opened its mouth, heat and dust rolled out.
It roared, the sound shaking leaves from the trees.
Meng Liyu’s eyes widened.
"Step back... it’s an Earth Dragon!"
Before the words had fully left her lips, the beast lashed out. Its long, barbed tongue shot forth — piercing through several disciples instantly.
Blood splattered across the ground.
Meng Liyu’s eyes darkened. She swung her sword down with a sharp cry.
A silver slash erupted from the blade, slicing through the air and colliding with the creature’s tongue. Blood sprayed, but the tongue wasn’t severed — only wounded.
The dragon snarled and retracted it, growling furiously. Its gaze fixed on her, and with a thunderous roar, it charged forward.
The ground trembled beneath its steps.
Meng Liyu gritted her teeth, grounding herself. Her silver aura flared as she met the beast head-on. Its claw came crashing down — colliding with her sword.
A powerful shockwave exploded outward, flattening nearby trees.
Both were repelled. Meng Liyu slid backward across the dirt, her boots carving grooves in the ground, while the Earth Dragon stumbled a step back.
It hissed and unleashed another attack — its tongue darting again like a whip.
Meng Liyu leaped aside, barely dodging, but the beast swung its tongue upward mid-motion. Her eyes widened in surprise.
Before the strike could land, her three elders stepped forward, intercepting the blow. Their combined attacks met the tongue — blood splattered through the air.
The dragon screamed in agony.
Meng Liyu landed, steadied herself, and charged forward. Silver light burst from her sword as she shouted,
Her blade cut through the creature’s leg, blood spraying like a fountain. The Earth Dragon reeled, its massive tail crashing into trees.
The disciples and elders took the opportunity to attack from all directions — sword lights, flame arts, and spirit seals striking in unison.
The Earth Dragon bellowed in rage, unleashing a brown aura that exploded outward, blowing everyone back.
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Seeing their chance, the three elders formed a quick formation. Two crossed their swords in an "X," while the third aligned hers vertically in the center. One sword glowed blue, another crimson, and the last radiated gold.
Their voices rang out together,
A massive burst of energy shot forward — crimson and blue slashes forming an X, while the golden one empowered them both. The attack collided with the Earth Dragon’s tongue.
Blood sprayed in thick streams. The tongue was cut clean off.
The Earth Dragon screamed in torment and lunged wildly.
Meng Liyu stepped between her elders and the raging beast. Her silver aura surged. She slashed downward, the blade cutting deep into its torso.
The dragon shrieked, then gathered a violent brown energy in its mouth — compressing it into a blazing orb.
Meng Liyu’s eyes widened in horror.
She raised her sword — but the beast suddenly turned, aiming at her disciples instead.
They quickly formed a protective formation, but the Earth Dragon unleashed the attack before it could stabilize.
A massive explosion of brown energy swallowed them. Dust and screams filled the clearing. The barrier shattered like glass, the disciples flung backward like rag dolls.
But they were alive — saved barely by the three elders’ hastily reinforced protection. The elders, however, collapsed to their knees, coughing blood.
"Master!" one disciple cried weakly.
Meng Liyu’s fury ignited. Her silver aura burst outward violently. Behind her, a vast spiritual moon manifested — glowing with divine radiance.
"Full Moon Shining Strike!"
Her sword descended. A torrent of pure silver energy erupted, forming a massive beam that crashed into the Earth Dragon.
The beast roared, trying to counter, but the attack was unstoppable.
The explosion that followed shook the entire forest. Trees disintegrated, rocks shattered, and the cave’s entrance collapsed under the shockwave.
When the dust settled, the Earth Dragon’s body lay torn apart — its blood filling a wide crater.
Meng Liyu stood breathing heavily, her robes tattered and face pale. She turned to her disciples. They were injured, but alive. Relief softened her expression into a faint, warm smile.
She called out, "Everyone... no rush. Heal yourselves. We will start our adventure when everyone is able to walk properly."
The exhausted disciples nodded and sat down immediately, channeling their remaining spiritual energy to heal.
Meng Liyu glanced toward the shattered cave, where a soft blue glow pulsed from within.
She stepped forward and said loudly,
"Let’s go inside the cave. The threat is over. There is a high density of spiritual energy inside. It will help in cultivation and healing our injuries."
Slowly, the group followed her.
The cave was vast and dark, walls gleaming faintly with spiritual luminescence. The deeper they walked, the stronger the energy became. Eventually, they reached a large chamber — the air inside thick with glowing sapphire energy that shimmered across the walls.
Meng Liyu’s lips curved into a smile of pure joy.
"This is perfect... a big opportunity for us. We can grow our cultivation here."
Her disciples bowed deeply before sitting cross-legged around the chamber, beginning to absorb the abundant energy.
Meng Liyu watched them for a moment, then closed her eyes and began cultivating as well.
Far across the realm, beneath a light brown sky devoid of sun or stars, stretched an endless desert. Sand dunes rolled like waves, the wind whispering through the emptiness.
Members of the Sanatan Flame Sect trudged across the wasteland, their robes fluttering with the dry wind.
At their lead walked Shaurya, hands tucked in his pockets, a faint smile playing on his lips. His eyes were calm yet sharp, scanning the horizon.
Hmm... the location is showing here, he thought. But I’m only seeing desert. Still, the treasure should be here somewhere.
The endless sands shimmered beneath the pale light as he continued to observe — unaware of what lay buried beneath their feet.