Swift Strike, Rapid Suppression

The Daoist whose attack had been blocked wore a smile instead. His gaze passed through the blue Spiritual Barrier and settled on Frostglow Madam. "So there's also a Blue-Feathered Night Owl. That does make things difficult."

His tone was courteous, and there was nothing improper in his words themselves, but his eyes held unconcealed disdain and superiority.

At the same time, he seemed to be using his smile to suppress his irritation. He had originally been in seclusion, enjoying the last stretch of his life, only to be summoned here. Right now, he found everyone unpleasant to look at.

"Yuan Teng! Look here!"

Yao Xingzhi's voice suddenly rang out. As his words fell, his right hand emerged from his sleeve, a fist-sized bronze mirror resting in his palm. Its surface had been cast from a blend of red gold and dark bronze, its rune patterns arranged in a manner entirely different from Wanxuan's conventional runic systems, like an ancient prayer engraved upon metal.

The instant the bronze mirror was activated, its surface lit up with a soft, warm golden glow. The light spread through the night sky into a curtain stretching across ten miles, fine golden runes flowing across its surface and interweaving into a dense resonance field.

At the same moment the curtain of light appeared, a long echo emerged from the depths of the bronze mirror. It sounded like a crowd in some faraway place chanting the same scripture in unison. When the echo penetrated Yuan Teng's Inspiration World, several phantom images suddenly appeared in his vision.

Those phantoms had no fixed forms. They were like countless blurred faces slowly rotating, every face bearing an expression so calm it was almost solemn, continuously knocking against memories he had deliberately suppressed deep within his consciousness.

"Aah—!"

Yuan Teng suddenly