The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple-Chapter 885 - 282: Is This an Extreme Dao Weapon? How Is That Possible!
A chilling sense of crisis struck from behind, and Zhou Qing instinctively sidestepped to dodge.
A streak of golden light flew past his ear, crashing into the ground and creating a bottomless chasm.
Looking up, he saw that Master Yuheng had appeared in the sky at a height of a hundred yards, surrounded by countless golden threads.
These threads twisted like living creatures, each radiating an eerie rune glow.
Moreover, they sketched out a fragmented mirror surface in the air, vaguely conveying the breath of cosmic origin between the flowing runes.
What made Zhou Qing’s hair stand on end was that in the center of the distant battlefield, the one Cao Zhengyang and others were besieging was also Master Yuheng!
The aura of the two figures was identical, with the one on the left engaged in fierce combat with Cao Zhengyang.
The one on the right looked down from above, a creepy grin hanging from the corner of his mouth.
"What’s going on?" Zhou Qing’s throat tightened, and the veins on his sword-wielding hand bulged.
Is this the clone secret technique of Nascent Soul augmentation? Or the realm projection unique to the Divinity Transformation Realm?
"Still too inexperienced, whether you can turn the tide depends on you!"
Master Yuheng in the sky lightly waved his hand, and the golden threads suddenly expanded, spreading towards Zhou Qing like a web.
Zhou Qing’s pupils contracted; he immediately transformed into the second form of the Golden-winged Roc, unfurling his wings in an attempt to escape.
However, bizarrely, the surrounding scenery blurred as if shrouded in mist, and even the motion of flapping his wings slowed down as if trapped in a quagmire.
Meanwhile, the golden threads intertwined and gathered, eventually forming a tarnished mirror frame.
At the moment of its appearance, Zhou Qing’s expression changed drastically.
Although he had never seen this item before, it gave him a very familiar feeling.
Soon, he realized where this familiar feeling came from. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
Back in Zone 6, he used the Copy Sticker to replicate the Inscription Level Divine Technique "Hundred Tribulations Blood Curtain" scroll.
But to open it, an Extreme Dao Weapon was required.
With no choice, he sought out Second Uncle.
Second Uncle broke it open with a black bell.
And this mirror frame before him looked almost identical to Second Uncle’s black bell.
"Is this an Extreme Dao Weapon? No, it should be a fragment, it feels much weaker!" Instantly, Zhou Qing thought of something and his expression dramatically changed.
He could never have imagined that the Phecda Sect possessed such a Supreme Treasure!
Bear in mind, this item is probably several hundred times rarer than Inscription Level Divine Techniques, and many Spirit Severing Realm cultivators might never hear of it in their lifetime, let alone see it.
Even the Taiqing Sect’s Pocket World, with its gigantic Grinding Disc key, was merely leftover scraps from once crafting the Extreme Dao Weapon "Void Ring."
According to what Second Uncle once said, even if you possessed a hundred Inscription Level Divine Techniques, even Tao Trace Level ones, it wouldn’t necessarily be enough to exchange for an Extreme Dao Weapon.
Because an Extreme Dao Weapon is an object that embodies the cosmic origin, each one contains unimaginably fearsome power.
It can be said that even if you have the materials, it doesn’t guarantee you can create one.
At this moment, Zhou Qing realized the terror of an Extreme Dao Weapon for the first time, even if it was just a fragment; every struggle felt like fighting against the laws of the Heavenly Dao.
Moreover, the golden web woven by the threads tightened ever further, and within the mirrored fragments, dark red flames faintly emerged, capable of incinerating Divine Souls, known as the Soul-Consuming Flames.
He desperately tried to break free, but whether it was the "Silver Dragon Step" or the "Emperor’s Brilliance Scripture," or even the Suanni Divine Techniques or Golden Crow Divine Skills, all were devoured by the power emitted from the mirror frame after being executed.
The profound sense of helplessness made Zhou Qing panic for the first time.
In a hurry, he looked at the mirror frame and directly appraised it.
[Extreme Dao Weapon: This is a fragmentary mirror frame stemming from the Extreme Dao Weapon "Eternal Sin Fire Mirror."]
[Legend has it that the core of this item is forged from the "Sin Inferno" in the deepest part of the Underworld, reflecting the karma of sentient beings and burning the Divine Soul of those mired in sin.]
[Although it’s only a fragment, it can still release part of the karmic fire, its power should not be underestimated; however, it consumes a lot when activated.]
Reading the feedback confirmed Zhou Qing’s speculation, but it didn’t provide specific methods for breaking free.
Looking again, sure enough, Master Yuheng’s complexion was appallingly pale.
"Power of Karmic Fire!" Zhou Qing was deeply shocked, especially feeling that moment his Divine Soul seemed gripped by an invisible hand, with excruciating pain spreading from the depths of his consciousness to his entire body.
The blood surging in his throat instantly turned into a blood mist, forming a bizarre blood-red whirlpool under the mirror frame’s gravitational pull.
No longer daring to hold back, he hurriedly looked towards the distant Mo Xingjian, shouted frantically for help: "Master—"
Mo Xingjian, who was battling with Master Lingxu, turned his head at the sound, his expression changing dramatically upon witnessing the scene.
The long sword in his hand instantly slashed nine afterimages, forcing Master Lingxu back three yards, then transformed into a stream of light and swiftly shot over.
"Too late!" Master Yuheng snorted coldly, pressing down fiercely with his right hand, causing the fiery mirror web to crash down.
"Collect!" Master Yuheng shouted loudly.
Zhou Qing felt an irresistible force of suction, causing him to uncontrollably spin at high speed.
Panicked, he wildly slashed a thousand bolts of thunder Sword Qi with the Tetanus Sword in his hand, but as they touched the edge of the mirror frame, they dissipated into smoke.
And Zhou Qing himself was directly suppressed into the depths of the mirror frame, where the mirror space twisted into a vortex, dragging his figure towards endless darkness.
With just a blink, Master Yuheng held the mirror frame in his palm.
"Stop right there!" Master Yuheng looked down at the rapidly approaching Mo Xingjian.
"Dare to take another step, and I’ll scatter this boy’s soul!"
Mo Xingjian immediately stopped, his eyes burning red: "Master Yuheng! If you dare to harm him at all, I, Mo Xingjian, will shred you to pieces even if it costs my life!"
