In Zhixin Temple, anyone relatively familiar with Yu Ci knew that this young man, who was deeply favored by the temple master, had been in a rather bad mood over the past two days. He had grown much more silent, seeming to have hit a bottleneck in his cultivation. But this was no real problem; on the path of cultivation, when was the journey ever completely smooth sailing?
Therefore, those who knew him well would only offer a couple of words of comfort when they met, and say nothing else.
In fact, the matters occupying Yu Ci's mind nowadays were completely different from what they imagined, yet they truly constituted a most agonizing headache:
The Zhaoshen Map was gone!
On the low table before him, the Zhaoshen Bronze Mirror sat squarely. Its circular, flawless exterior had not the slightest damage, and its mirror surface was as bright and clean as if it had just been polished. A hazy cyan light hovered over it, casting a chilling reflection across his face.
After going through a long period of breath-regulation to calm and quiet his mind, Yu Ci opened his eyes, stared fixedly at the treasured mirror, and stirred his mental intent:
"Zhaoshen Map!"
A ring of cyan light mist expanded abruptly, making the light and shadow in the room flicker and dim. Yet, that was all.
Yu Ci let out a long breath. Having tried multiple times over two consecutive days with the exact same result, he grew increasingly calm instead. Through his observations over the past two days, he discovered that within the Zhaoshen Bronze Mirror, the function of converting true breath during sacrificial refinement had not changed at all. Only the Zhaoshen Map had vanished without a trace, like a fleeting dream, leaving no mark whatsoever.
This seemed to