Before long, Shen Luo took his leave first and returned to his residence southwest of the government offices.
Once inside, he rested briefly, then took out the Eight-Hanging Mirror and began refining it according to the incantation Cheng Yaojin had taught him.
The incantation had been tailored specifically to the treasure's properties, so Shen Luo refined it remarkably quickly. In just a few hours, as evening approached, he finished refining all its restrictions.
He formed a hand seal and waved toward the Eight-Hanging Mirror, sending a strand of magic power into it.
The azure light on the Eight-Hanging Mirror quivered as it floated leisurely above his head. Radiance flashed across its surface, casting bright light downward that condensed into eight mirrorlike azure screens around him.
A rune appeared on each screen, and powerful waves of spiritual energy emanated from them all.
At the sight, Shen Luo's eyes brightened slightly. He changed his hand seal again, and a vast torrent of magic power surged out of his body. An ancient, rustic rune suddenly appeared on the face of the treasured mirror overhead, and its entire surface lit up with golden light.
Dazzling golden rays shone down, turning the eight surrounding azure screens golden in an instant. Their runes twisted and transformed, passing from script into form to become eight legendary mountain-guarding beasts.
Once these eight beasts appeared, the defensive might of the Eight-Hanging Mirror reached its peak. Shen Luo finally understood that Lu Huaming's earlier claim that it could withstand an ordinary Mahayana early-stage cultivator's full-force strike had been no empty boast.
"What a fine treasure," Shen Luo could not help exclaiming.
He waved his hand to put away the Eight-Hanging Mirror, then turned his wrist. Light flashed before him, and several objects appeared: the Hundred-Ghost Body-Nurturing Art, the walnut-sized bell,