Immortal Creation.

Chapter 669 The Mirror of Spirits
A dense, overwhelming crimson aura, like viscous blood plasma, instantly erupted from Ning Zhuo's body.

The crimson light, carrying a strong sense of warfare and killing intent, pierced through the heavy black clouds and struck the invisible nexus marked by the snow.

Simple and straightforward!
Unreasonable and forceful!
Time seemed to stand still for a fraction of a second.

Then—everything changed!
Rumble, rumble...

The entire Black Cloud Space was like an abyss tossed with billions of lightning bolts, unleashing an unprecedentedly terrifying roar.

Deafening!
That was not a single sound, but a destructive symphony of countless collapsing restrictions, distorted spatial structures, torn apart endless talismans, and uncontrolled clashes of uncontrolled energy flows!
Ning Zhuo's vision suddenly became bizarre and surreal.

With the invisible hub at its core, the snow-white light and literary energy surged forth, and the blood-red aura boiled, causing ripples of darkness and pale white to spread outwards in concentric circles.

Wherever he went, those key points, whether discovered or not by Ning Zhuo, were completely exposed. Like fragile soap bubbles, they burst silently one after another! The exploding literary energy turned into snow-like light, but before it could even spread, it was instantly swallowed and distorted by the violent spatial ripples!
Space folds, then tears!
Spatial rifts appeared one after another, like hideous scars, covering the entire field of vision! Countless chaotic torrents of energy, like wild horses, clashed, annihilated, and exploded wildly among these rifts and folds!
The entire formation collapsed in a chain reaction with unstoppable force!

Ning Zhuo, however, was unaffected. His location was like the eye of a tornado; outside, it was like a natural disaster, but inside, it was as calm as a lake.

The boy's face was as solemn as his mood.

He stared intently at the invisible hub before him, and was astonished to find that although the invisible hub had suffered a violent impact, twisting and deforming, causing the entire array to tear and collapse, it itself was resilient and powerful, absorbing the impact and rapidly restoring itself.

"Invisible Hub!" It was as if a bolt of lightning struck Ning Zhuo's divine sea.

In that instant, he realized, without any instruction, a tremendous advantage of the Invisible Hub—it is invisible!

It can avoid many conventional methods of sabotage!
It's like the moon on the water. Ning Zhuo only stirs the water, and although the moon's reflection is completely distorted as a result, it will return to its original full moon reflection as soon as the water calms down.

As for those tangible hubs, even if they are destroyed beyond recognition, as long as the intangible central hub remains, they will not endanger the true foundation of the great formation; at most, they will be in ruins.

Ning Zhuo gritted his teeth.

His mastery of array formations was far inferior to that of Lord Wangchuan, so he naturally could not break through the invisible key directly.

He could only exert all his strength, unleashing his military might, and simultaneously requesting reinforcements from the military.

The crimson army seemed to be ignited, erupting with a roar and transforming into a vast expanse of blood-red flames that swept across the invisible nexus.

The military strength contributed by the Qingjiao Army is now only supporting Ning Zhuo, making him even more powerful.

Ning Zhuo's painstakingly accumulated military strength was rapidly depleted through a frenzied and relentless campaign. However, the invisible core remained intact and was not truly damaged!
"Could it be... that I made the wrong choice?" Ning Zhuo's mind couldn't help but waver. "Huh? What is that?!"

Amidst the endless waves of black clouds and the raging storm of broken space, he glimpsed a huge silver-gray sphere.

A tributary of the River of Oblivion.

Lord Wangchuan's heart skipped a beat.

Ning Zhuo didn't know what that silver-gray giant sphere was, but how could he not know?

That was the result of his casting the Xuanming Water Dragon spell, which forced him to take out the Lord's Seal, and finally successfully sealing the phantom of the Silent Buddha.

Originally, he had hidden the silver-gray giant sphere very well, but now the great formation was severely disrupted by Ning Zhuo, swaying like a willow branch in a strong wind, and the silver-gray giant sphere was naturally exposed.

"I hope this kid won't pay attention to this place." The thought had just formed in the mind of the Lord of the River of Oblivion when he saw Ning Zhuo suddenly look up, his hawk-like gaze fixed on the silver-gray giant sphere, his expression a mixture of surprise and suspicion, yet also sharpness.

"..." At this moment, the Lord of the River of Oblivion's heart skipped a beat again.

He never imagined that there would be such a moment: he, a dignified Nascent Soul cultivator, the ruler of the Underworld, the ruler of a country, would pay such attention to a Foundation Establishment cultivator!
"But fate is uncertain..." Lord Wangchuan almost sighed to the heavens, while his ominous feeling intensified.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints as he realized another crucial point.

Return to the Void Black Ball!

This is also the work of the Silent Ghost Monk.

The Silent Ghost Monk specializes in the "Silent Extinction Zen Sutra," and this move is one of the terrifying killing techniques in the "Silent Extinction Zen Sutra"—the Return to Nothingness Finger!

In order to deal with the deadly move caused by the Guixu Finger, the Lord of Wangchuan spared no effort, mobilizing the tributaries of Wangchuan and using his ultimate power, but he could only maintain a stalemate and wear them down. It would be impossible to completely destroy the Guixu Black Ball overnight.

Therefore, the Lord of the River of Oblivion mobilized the souls of the River of Oblivion, pushing away the Black Ball of Returning to the Void and the Silver Ball of the Dark Underworld, away from the altar, and hiding them deep within the dark clouds and the great formation.

"The Xuanming Water Dragon coiled around me, and together with my Lord of the Palace Seal, sealed the illusory image of the Silent Buddha—this was transformed from the natal Buddha Wheel of the Silent Ghost Monk."

"But the Black Sphere of Return to Nothingness was also the work of the Silent Ghost Monk. Once the two are brought together, it will inevitably lead to disastrous consequences!"

Lord Wangchuan had already imagined the scene where the two balls collided, the Guixu Finger dissolved and devoured the power of the surface seal, and released the Buddha's phantom.

We absolutely cannot stand idly by and watch this happen!
Lord Wangchuan gritted his teeth.

At this moment, all he could rely on, besides himself, was his distraction.

However, he was locked in a fierce battle with Luo Si, and more importantly, he was closely connected with the Earth Formation and could not control the Heaven Formation.

The large array outside the altar is a large part of the Celestial Formation.

Therefore, the Lord of the River of Oblivion can only act in his true form!

He had been hoping to take the opportunity to risk a deep sleep, catching his breath and accumulating more combat strength. The current situation left him with no other options but to exert all his energy to control the Celestial Formation.

The silver-gray giant sphere has been exposed, but the black sphere of the Ruins has not.

He must try his best to hide the black ball and do everything in his power to prevent the two balls from meeting.

After only a few breaths of trying to control the Celestial Formation, the Lord of the Forgotten Rivers already showed signs of fatigue.

It's so hard!

Ning Zhuo caused a ruckus at the invisible hub, turning the entire Tianxiang Formation into a runaway chariot. The Lord of Wangchuan had to try his best to maintain the balance of this chariot.

He felt as weak as an infant.

Severe mental exhaustion!
At this moment, Lord Wangchuan unleashed his full potential, demonstrating an experience far exceeding Ning Zhuo's, and actually managed to temporarily stabilize the situation and conceal the black sphere.

This is not easy!

It's like walking on a tightrope at the edge of a cliff, only to be caught in a raging storm.

Ning Zhuo knew nothing about any of this.

Unbeknownst to him, he was subtly wrestling with a ruler of a prefecture, a being at the Nascent Soul stage.

How could he know anything about the Guixu Black Ball?
He didn't even know the origins of the giant silver-gray sphere that appeared before him.

Ning Zhuo stared at the silver-gray sphere, his thoughts racing through his mind: "The guest star should shine on the north of Wen Shu... North? Could it be that the north here refers to a place even further north than the invisible hub?"

At this very moment, the silver-grey sphere is directly north of the invisible nexus.

Ning Zhuo didn't know if this conjecture was the standard answer to the prophetic poem, but even if he wanted to deal with this silver-gray giant ball now, he was powerless to do so.

the reason is simple.

He is now located at the invisible hub, in the eye of the tornado, where the surrounding area is extremely dangerous, but this place is quite safe.

For Ning Zhuo to get close to the silver-gray giant sphere, he would have to traverse a hurricane-like battlefield, which was no different from actively courting death.

Remote attack?

Ning Zhuo was determined to give it a try.

He maintained the Confucian art of "the scholar encountering the soldier" while simultaneously activating the Five Elements magic.

Fortunately, the Confucian art of "Scholar Encounters Soldier" was relatively simple, allowing Ning Zhuo to multitask on this basis. However, his usual Five Elements spells, even with the support of the Five Internal Organs Temple Spiritual Art and military power, were destroyed halfway through and had no hope of reaching the silver-gray giant sphere.

Seeing this, Lord Wangchuan sneered inwardly: "This brat still wants to launch a remote attack and try to break the seal? Hmph, wishful thinking."

Ning Zhuo tried a few times, then immediately stopped.

His magical power was also insufficient, and trying to multitask and cast spells simultaneously caused a severe drain on his mental energy.

This is not the time for indiscriminate bombardment. My Foundation Establishment cultivation is not enough to qualify, so every bit of power should be used sparingly.

"what to do?!"

Ning Zhuo knew he couldn't act recklessly, so he racked his brains, trying to find a way to break the deadlock.

"The guest star should shine upon the north of Wen Shu..."

"The guest star should shine upon the north of Wen Shu..."

"North, north..."

"According to?"

"According to?!"

In that instant, he triggered a flash of inspiration that shone like lightning across his divine sea, dispelling the confusion in his heart.

His eyes gleamed, and his spirits lifted!

Seeing Ning Zhuo's change in expression, Lord Wangchuan felt a chill run down his spine once more, and his sense of unease intensified.

"So, the word '照' in this poem has a second meaning."

"I understand!"

Ning Zhuo took out a magical mirror with a mechanism.

This is his signature magical artifact—the Mirror of Spirit Communication!
Using precious materials such as cold iron, flowing cloud sand, Taibai gold essence, celestial crystal, and thick earth, and with the help of a mechanical platform, the form was forged. Finally, Ning Zhuo imprinted his spirit-communicating mirror magic talisman on the core of the array, and it was finally completed.

The spirit mirror can be used to project people and objects.

Back then, when Sun Lingtong was trapped in the Longqiu Hidden Scale Dojo, Ning Zhuo used a two-pronged approach, employing the life-or-death sliver and the spirit-communicating mirror, to rescue her.

Placing Sun Lingtong in the game would be somewhat out of place, but placing the mechanical creations in the game would be just right.

This is not surprising.

Because the Spirit Mirror, this natal magic weapon, originates from the Mirror Platform Spirit Communication Technique, which is one of the three supreme techniques of the sect and is a top-tier mechanical skill in the world.

While Ning Zhuo was using the Confucian technique "Scholar Meets Soldier," he took out the Spirit Mirror and held it with one hand.

He aimed the mirror at the giant silver-gray sphere, holding back his anger.

This simple action alone made Lord Wangchuan extremely anxious.

Ning Zhuo waited patiently for the right moment. When the path was relatively smooth, he suddenly activated the Spirit Mirror, which emitted a burst of light.

The mirror beams were like pillars, and although they were struck halfway, half of them still landed on the silver-gray sphere.

The next moment, Shadow Blade Night Tiger appeared out of thin air and landed on the silver-gray giant ball.

This is the new Night Tiger!
After the war between the two countries, Ning Zhuo realized that he needed to replace Meng Yehu with completely new materials.

The current Night Tiger is even more robust than before, but even so, compared to the current Silver-Gray Giant Ball, the mighty Night Tiger looks like a little mouse at the feet of an elephant.

Mechanism—Ghost Claw!

A dull, unyielding weapon suddenly emerged from Meng Yehu's hands and stabbed fiercely at the silver-gray sphere in front of him.

clang clang...

First sparks flew everywhere, then all the Ghost Claws were broken.

Ning Zhuo's pupils contracted, astonished by the sheer strength of the silver-gray sphere's defenses. He knew that after replacing the materials, Meng Yehu's entire body was now a magic-grade artifact!
Who told Ning Zhuo to make a fortune from the war in the two countries?

Even so, the Ghost Claw only created some scratches on the surface of the silver-gray sphere.

"That's all?" Lord Wangchuan raised an eyebrow slightly, then quickly regained his composure. "Did I overreact just now?"

But the next moment, a crack suddenly appeared on the surface of the silver-gray sphere, spewing out a stream of water vapor.

A faint, desolate Buddhist light mingled with the water vapor.

The cause of this result was not the Nether Claw, but the turbulent and tearing array space.

However, under Ning Zhuo's expectant gaze, the cracks on the silver-gray sphere quickly healed themselves.

The main force sealing the illusory image of the Buddha of Nirvana is the Seal of the Lord of the Palace, a national treasure! Moreover, it is aided by several Xuanming Water Dragons, making the seal itself extremely powerful.

Lord Wangchuan was somewhat relieved.

Ning Zhuo, however, saw through the deception and immediately activated the Spirit Mirror to recall Meng Yehu.

"This is the power of water, which I cannot personally control. In that case, we can only rely on fire!"

Wood in fire!
When it comes to making a decision, Ning Zhuo never hesitates.

He took out a spark, cast a spell, and placed it in Meng Yehu's mouth.

This scene made Lord Wangchuan tense up again.

"This kid is clearly only at the Foundation Establishment stage, yet he possesses a Fire Seed?!"

"Fire in wood!"

"It alone is not enough to break the Xuanming Water Dragon's blockade."

"But what kind of fire magic did he use?"

This is a very important question!

Essentially, magic is a method of wielding power. This power could be a cultivator's own magical energy, or it could be some precious material, or some magical artifact or treasure.

While the Wood-Fire combination cannot directly suppress the Water Dragon's seal, it can do so if there is a suitable spell.

This is the wisdom of cultivation.

"How could this kid have learned a spell specifically designed to target my Xuanming Water Dragon?" Lord Wangchuan tried to comfort himself, but to no avail, and only became more and more nervous.

The opponent is a calamity chosen by the heavens and earth in the mortal realm!
How many times have all sorts of strange and shady things happened to him?

What the Lord of the River of Oblivion didn't know was that Ning Zhuo hadn't learned any specific spells. But the reality was even worse than he expected—Ning Zhuo's own understanding of the Five Elements was extremely profound, and he created a spell on the spot!
With a flash of the psychic mirror, Meng Yehu was once again thrown onto the silver-gray giant sphere.

He exerted all his strength, climbed to the crack, opened his mouth and spat out a ball of fire that shot directly into the silver sphere.

With fire as its core, the fire-based spells unleashed possess boundless power!

(End of this chapter)