"It's the Heart-Severing Mirror!"
"What a ruthless way to kill a man by breaking his heart first!"
"Senior Brother Zhu should... be able to endure it, right?"
To Xu Changqing and the others, the scene within the mirror was both real and false.
It was real because the reactions of those inside were exceedingly lifelike—almost sickeningly so.
It was false because even if something had truly happened, ordinary Spirit Farmers would never dare blame the Grain Lord.
He watched familiar faces, people he knew.
He listened to wave after wave of reproach and furious curses.
Zhu Fuxian's expression was rather complicated. "If it had been the old me, perhaps I would have believed it.
"Now that Peak Master Mu, Flower Elder, and Little Xu are looking after the Spirit Fields, nothing will happen."
The instant he spoke those words, the Heart-Severing Mirror before him shattered on the spot.
The faces and voices of those people suddenly twisted.
With a crisp crack, they turned into countless fragments and scattered away.
This time, Zhu Fuxian was not even injured. His emotions merely fluctuated somewhat.
Xu Changqing, Shi Yuan, Bei Qingtang, and the others all heaved sighs of relief at the sight. "He endured it!"
The fragments of the Heart-Severing Mirror still floated in midair. Using the effects of the Wood-Spirit Ninefold Restoration Pill, Zhu Fuxian recovered his injuries and spiritual power as much as possible.
After all, each challenge ahead would be harder and more dangerous than the last.
If he endured them, his Human-Grade Golden Core could transform into an Inferior Nascent Soul.
If he failed to endure them, there was only one outcome: death and the dissipation of his Dao.
However, before he could regulate his breathing, the Tribulation Clouds suddenly gave off a faint rustling sound, lighter than metal