A host of cultivators paid tribute in Secret Forest County, the Rosy Cloud Boat, vibrant with colors, docked with long tails in the sky above, casting an orange-red reflection.

Li Family.

In the mist-enshrouded dark room, the ashen Mirror slowly floated up, buzzing and shaking incessantly, emitting dazzling white light in bursts. Suppressing the trembling of the Mirror Body with his Divine Sense, Lu Jiangxian’s heart was filled with shock and doubt.

"This... this!"

Before his eyes, various illusions appeared: one moment it was a rapid, clear stream; another, a treasure vault flashing with Dharma Light, overflowing with radiant lights; and then it transformed into the youthful face of a boy, with pale arms.

Towering into the clouds, a host of Immortals shuttled back and forth; a Cave Mansion with gushing Spiritual Springs and dense Spiritual Energy, finally resting upon the resplendent Rosy Cloud Boat.

"There are mirror fragments on the Rosy Cloud Boat!"

This wasn’t the first time Lu Jiangxian had experienced such a reaction. The Jade Stone by the lake years ago, the Jade Pendant in the hands of the old man, both had caused his heart to palpitate uncontrollably. Now that the power of the Dharma Mirror was gradually recovering, this impulse was becoming even stronger.

"Who is it..."

The Dharma Mirror had already floated up, its twelve Seal Scripts lighting up one by one. If it weren’t for Lu Jiangxian’s firm suppression, it might have already broken through the air and activated the fragments to come together as one.

This palpitation even permeated out of the Mirror Body itself, crashing from side to side in the closed dark room, transforming into various mystical images.

The patterned ground suddenly erupted with groves of Osmanthus trees, golden-white Osmanthus flowers falling down, the blossoms glistening like gold, their fragrance delightful, particularly eye-catching amidst the mist-like moonlight.

The rustling motion grew louder, several nimble and adorable moon-rabbits leaped out from the dark corners, trampling a shower of Osmanthus petals all over the ground, reflecting a clear and transparent jade clasp on the ashen mirror surface.

"Yu Muxian! It was on Yu Muxian!"

Illusions swirled before Lu Jiangxian’s eyes, yet he recognized the face among the visions, ethereal with Immortal Qi, bearing a striking resemblance to Yu Mugao. Who else could it be but Yu Muxian?

"Boom!"

The sunlight above the Li Family’s sky slowly dimmed, the world within the mirror rocked, flipping and churning, the palpitation tracing back through the connection of the Talisman Seeds, the Talismans outside the mirror trembled incessantly, emitting bursts of white light.

In the great hall of Lijing, Li Ximing, who was closest, was dutifully reading the Pill Scripture, yet his Sea of Qi Acupoint was in turmoil, painfully twisting with radiant brilliance, causing him to cry out involuntarily in pain.

"Ah!"

Immediately curling up, he broke into a cold sweat, and Li Yuanping, who was at the head of the hall reading a confidential letter from the Clan Head Courtyard, jumped up at the child’s scream, neglecting even to put on his shoes as he hurried over to the boy, anxiously calling:

"Ming’er! Ming’er!"

Li Ximing was Li Yuanping’s only son, the Li Family’s current treasure. Li Yuanping was thrown into confusion for a moment. He reached out to touch the child’s forehead only to find it ice-cold and sticky, picking up a lump of transparent mucus.

"This..."

The mucus was icy cold to the bone, dripping and transforming into golden-white petals as it left his hand, scattering on the ground and startling Li Yuanping.

The golden-white petals were striking, disintegrating upon hitting the ground, rising in streams of Yin Energy, as bright and clear as the moon, causing Li Yuanping’s mind to feel as though thunderbolts were exploding.

Dou Yi was standing at the lowest seat, terrified by this scene. With Li Yuanping nearing the end of his lifespan, and the merciless and unkind Lady Dou, the Dou Family’s future hopes were all pinned on the young master Li Ximing. Dou Yi quickly hopped up the steps to catch up.

"Young master?!"

With the Li Family’s elevation to the status of Noble Families, visits from Loose Cultivators had increased, and the standards were being established following the direction of the Noble Families of Yue Country. The foremost steps were a good twenty-some in number, and it took Dou Yi several moments to ascend them.

Dou Yi stepped over a dozen steps to reach the front, only to see Li Yuanping suddenly turn around, with dilated grey-black pupils and a forehead glistening with sweat, the gentleness of his face gone, his expression grim as he shouted:

"Get out!!"

Dou Yi had followed him for nearly ten years, having seen such a look only on Li Yuanjiao’s face. Li Yuanping was usually much more temperate, never once bearing such an attitude, and in that moment, Dou Yi’s heart shattered. He missed his footing and tumbled down the stairs.

"Thump."

Dou Yi, having lived a life of luxury alongside Li Yuanping these past few years, had grown corpulent. He rolled down the steps to the bottom with a thud, not daring to lift his head as he scurried out of the hall, robes in tow.

Li Yuanping trembled slightly, not daring to move, using his wide robes to cover Li Ximing in his arms, his voice deep as he ordered:

"All of you, get out!"

Only when the cold clanking sound of retreat ceased and even the clan soldiers by the steps had withdrawn did he hurriedly pick up the Pill Scripture from the table.

Li Yuanping’s movements were hasty, scattering inkstones and brushes across the floor with a clattering noise. Unheeding, he seemed bewitched as he patted at the glowing streams beneath him, as bright as moonlight.

Not until the streams of Taiyin Moonlight completely vanished did the whole hall become chillingly cold, and his pale face slowly regained a blush of color.

"Father..."

By the side, Li Ximing rose amidst the Osmanthus blossoms, and Li Yuanping quickly embraced him, rejoicing to find the boy unharmed and murmuring:

"Immortal Mirror... it’s the Immortal Mirror..."

Wutu Mountain.

Li Xizhi suddenly looked up, observing the petals scattered between his hands.

Miles away at the market on Guanyun Peak, Li Xuanxuan, in the midst of haggling with a customer, abruptly fell silent, faintly hearing a rustling sound...