Return to the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains

This southern expedition into the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains could not reveal its true purpose to others, so they naturally had to avoid prying eyes. To stay out of sight, Liu Xiaolou chose the desolate wilderness, traveling wherever human habitation was sparse.

He first headed south into Dehang Mountain, then turned southwest. After crossing Zhuoshui, he entered eastern Guizhou, where rolling Miao Ridge stretched endlessly, with the occasional Miao village in sight.

The bells of the Chaos Sect echoed across Wulong Mountain Peak like morning bells and evening drums, awakening the slumbering Cultivation World. Qing'er and the other four stood at the highest point of the Dao Academy, gazing into the distance. All of them understood that the true trial of Chaos Power had only just begun.

"The final trial of the Chaos Heart Mirror..." Qing'er murmured. "Are we really ready?"

"Chaos Power was never something one prepared for," Mo Li said softly. "What it tests is our conviction, not our strength."

"But conviction is often harder to hold fast to than strength." Ye Ying's gaze was deep. "The stronger Chaos Power becomes, the easier it is for people to lose themselves."

"It is not Chaos Power that makes one lose oneself," Leng Yue said slowly. "It is the human heart."

"The human heart changes easily, but Chaos Power can reflect it," You Ying added. "The Chaos Heart Mirror's trial exists to let us see ourselves clearly."

"But if even we cannot fully control Chaos Power..." Bai Shuang's brows drew together slightly. "How can we convince the disciples?"

"Precisely because of that, we must enter the Chaos Heart Mirror ourselves." Qing'er's gaze was firm. "Only by personally experiencing the final trial can we truly understand the meaning of Chaos Power."

The five exchanged glances, seeing determination in one another's eyes.