Bliss Mirror

After absorbing the essence blood of the three men, the Heaven Concealing Box's opening speed surged instantly. It was completely opened in no more than three breaths.

The next moment, a dazzling treasure light burst forth, enveloping the entire secret chamber. Immediately afterward, a round mirror slowly rose from the box!

The mirror was only palm-sized. Seven colors appeared simultaneously across its circular surface, and upon closer inspection, several tiny cracks could actually be seen.

The cultivator surnamed Wei immediately made a grasping motion, drawing the Precious Mirror into his palm. He promptly wrapped it in magic power, as if every extra moment it remained exposed would cost it a portion of its might.

While the cultivator surnamed Wei collected the Precious Mirror, the Red-faced Old Daoist and the other two hurriedly tended to their injuries.

A severed arm was nothing to a Nascent Soul cultivator, but having lost so much essence blood, their strength inevitably declined greatly.

"Junior Brother Wei, the survival of Qingyun Temple now rests entirely on your shoulders. I hope you will give it your all and not disappoint our trust!"

After swallowing a pill, the Red-faced Old Daoist spoke with somewhat labored breath.

"Rest assured, Senior Brother. Wei will stake his life on it!"

The cultivator surnamed Wei nodded heavily and cupped his hands in salute.

"Good. You quickly go to the Quiet Room nearby and familiarize yourself with the Bliss Mirror. That man will be here any moment; we do not have much time!"

The Red-faced Old Daoist took two breaths and urged him on.

"Yes, Senior Brother. Disciple, quickly follow your master!"

The cultivator surnamed Wei immediately agreed. After calling out, he fled from the secret chamber.

The Daoist surnamed Leng hurriedly bowed as well and closely followed after him.

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