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In the midst of the chaotic battle, the Poisonous Serpent Guards suddenly turned against their former comrades, thrusting their poisoned weapons toward them. The masked female cultivator pulled down her veil, revealing the Golden Moon mark on her forehead that resonated with Lin Che's presence. "Orphan of Fengqi Valley, I welcome Divine Phoenix back to his rightful place!"
Lin Che felt a surge of inspiration and tossed the Celestial Dome Mirror into the air. The mirror no longer reflected the brutal battlefield but instead displayed the rain of fire that engulfed Fengqi Valley sixteen years ago. As the last smile of his mother before she fell from the cliff merged with the image of the female cultivator before him, he finally understood her silent words—"Survive."
The Fake Sect Master suddenly crushed a blood-colored jade pendant, causing half of the allied cultivators to explode, their blood forming a towering mist that coalesced into the Eight-Clawed Black Dragon. Yet Lin Che smiled, his fingertip gently tracing the mirror's surface. "Do you know why it's called the Celestial Dome Mirror?"
The stars reversed, and the black dragon howled as it shrank back into the blood mist. To everyone's astonishment, those fallen cultivators reappeared unharmed three zhang away, as if time had been rewound by ten breaths. The Murong Family Head stared blankly at the hilt of his sword that he had regained, then suddenly turned and stabbed at the Fake Sect Master. "You have planted a heart-eating worm in my family's bloodline!"
"Because you were always pawns." The Fake Sect Master's skin began to peel away in flakes, revealing his true form covered in incantations. "Let all of Dongzhou be buried alongside the Divine Phoenix Bloodline..."
The sound of phoenix cries drowned out his mad laughter. Lin Che transformed into Liuguang and merged into the Celestial Dome Mirror; when he reappeared, he held a complete Bronze Ancient Mirror. Embedded in its knob were two halves that had come together as one—the Family Master Token—while the Twenty-Eight Mansions flowed endlessly within its frame.
"It’s time to end this." The young man raised his hand and lightly tapped the mirror's surface. The shadow beneath the Fake Sect Master suddenly came to life, wrapping around his limbs. "After all, this game was lost from the moment you donned your father's face."
As dawn pierced through the blood mist, the three great families' flying vessels were retreating. Lin Che stood atop the cracked Observatory, watching as people from Fengqi Valley tended to his father's injuries. A female cultivator resembling his mother approached him, her fingertips glowing with golden light as she traced the sealing patterns in his consciousness.
"I am your aunt Ling Shuang." She gently touched the talisman on his forehead. "Years ago, my sister split the Spirit of the Celestial Dome Mirror in two; one half guards the Lin family while the other..." She suddenly rolled up her sleeve to reveal a phoenix tattoo on her wrist resonating with Spirit's phantom.
Lin Zhentian's weak yet content voice came through: "Che'er, come meet your true master." Beside him stood a man wrapped in bandages—the very Ancestor who had once threatened him with a sword at their ancestral hall!
"The Blood Fiend Sect's methods of deception are deeper than we imagined." The man tore away his bandages, revealing a face corroded by poison markings. "For these ten years, I feigned madness to uncover Xi Zhou's..."
Suddenly, Spirit emitted a warning hum. Lin Che looked down at the Celestial Dome Mirror; instead of reflecting dawn's glow, it displayed a bizarre scene: the supposedly dead Fake Sect Master was kneeling at the feet of a figure in black robes, who was playing with another Celestial Dome Mirror!
In the moment Lin Che broke free from the grasp, the mirror suddenly reflected the outline of Jiuyishan. At the peak of Xi Zhou, the figure in black robes unleashed a towering blood column from the Backlight Mirror, forming a Yin Yang Dual Formation with Starlight above Tianji Pavilion. Ling Shuang felt a sudden burning sensation from the phoenix tattoo on her wrist, which transformed into Liuguang and surged into Spirit's body.
"So that's how it is..." The phantom of Spirit expanded dramatically, revealing a Gilded Hairpin with Dangling Ornaments in his hair, identical to Ling Shuang's. "What split apart back then was not just the Celestial Dome Mirror."
Fragments of memory poured forth like a torrential rain—three hundred years ago at the Sacred Altar of the Divine Phoenix Clan, the High Priest had thrown the Celestial Dome Mirror into the Furnace. The Crimson Gold Mirror Liquid split into two streams; one solidified into the Twenty-Eight Constellations Bronze Mirror, while the other sank into the earth to become the Blood Mirror. Lin Che suddenly pressed her hand against her agonizing right eye, and within her darkened vision appeared scenes from the Blood Mirror: twelve Bronze Coffins were slowly opening within the Western Continent Ruins.
"That is the first generation Blood Fiend Sect Master!" False Patriarch suddenly coughed up black blood. "They used phoenix bones..."
A thunderous sound interrupted him. The Observatory beneath their feet began to tilt as thick Blood Mirror Liquid seeped through cracks in the ground. Lin Che swung her sword towards the fissure, but the Starfire Sword Radiance was devoured by the mirror liquid, which then coalesced into a blood-colored figure lunging at them.
"Take them to Guixu Sea Eye!" Spirit suddenly tore apart part of his spiritual form, transforming it into a golden net that enveloped the rampaging mirror liquid. "There lies what was left by the First Generation Divine Phoenix..."
The laughter of the figure in black pierced through the void: "Too late!" The Blood Mirror Light Column abruptly split, revealing ghostly images of Bronze Coffins above thirty-six cities in Dongzhou. Most chillingly, each coffin contained a boy whose face bore an uncanny resemblance to Lin Che.
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