Mysterious mirror hanging high

“It’s really impressive!”

Jing Yu thought to himself, "Could this be the timeline where I wasn't chosen by the immortals, but was directly brought to the immortal world by the Nine-Life Dao Monarch?"

"The one sitting in the middle should be [Wanshou Daojun], and the female cultivator in the crimson-purple dress on the left must be Lord Jiuming!"

"Tsk tsk, looking at the terrifying aura of the monks attending this banquet, I'm afraid there are many immortals among them. They are all so submissive. The three princes of the Changqing Immortal Court are so honored." Jing Yu laughed secretly.

But he reacted immediately and realized something:

"It seems that this [Hengshi Lake] has a high status, but not high enough."

The reason why this position is said to be of high status is that it can deduce the existence of Taoist gods such as Jiuming and Wanshou.

However, his status is not high enough, so most of the deduced and simulated images of the Taoist Lord are vague. For example, Jiu Ming's face is blurry, and Wanshou Taoist Lord, who is closely related to the Taoist Lord, is simply a chaotic mosaic, and it is almost impossible to make out the human form.

"No... maybe Hengshi Lake isn't a deduction from another timeline at all!"

Jing Yu came up with a seemingly outrageous yet extremely reasonable inference:

"Why is this place divided into the [Inner Lake] and the [Outer Lake]? Yet, they appear to be so seamlessly integrated. Is there really a difference between the so-called [Cross-World Lake] and the [Inner Demon Lake]?"

"Is it possible that the seemingly harmless [Cross-World Lake] on the periphery is actually a prelude to the subsequent invasion of the inner demon... The so-called [Cross-World] is just another way of life reflected in one's own heart?"

The more he reasoned, the more logical it seemed. "There are many records and descriptions of the Nine Netherworld in the modern world, so the image Sanniang projected is so detailed that it feels like you're actually there."

"But I have no idea what the [Evergreen Immortal Court] is like, so the details of the Immortal Court banquet are a bit ambiguous. Now that I think about it carefully, there are indeed some incongruities."

"Since I've never even seen Wanshou Daojun, I find it difficult to even picture his most basic appearance."

"As for why, even though I've seen the Nine-Life Dao Monarch more than once, her face remains blurry? Hmm... I understand. Perhaps it's because I don't believe this lake's status is high enough to fully manifest the Dao Monarch. Because I believe it can't do it, it truly can't do it."

Jing Yu's eyes flashed, "Perhaps some real-world variables were factored in, but the decisive factor is the inner demon."

"It's even possible that the inner demon within the lake has absorbed the thoughts of all the monks who crossed the lake, weaving a seamless, interconnected story. This is why the images of different monks reflected on the lake surface often have connections."

While I was thinking about it, the old man at the front of the bamboo raft shouted:

"Everyone, please be careful! We are about to enter the [Inner Demon Lake]!"

boom!

Jing Yu suddenly felt ripples on the lake surface, and then an invisible storm spread out from the bamboo raft. Almost at the same time, dozens of Yuanying Zhenjun on the bamboo raft instantly fell into the illusion of inner demons.

At this moment, Lu Yingzhao, who was sitting cross-legged and breathing, suddenly opened his eyes, and the slightly dim three-color flower of origin between his eyebrows barely flashed a few times.

Deep inside her body, there came a dull heartbeat like a drum, followed by the roar of blood rushing like a river bursting its banks!

However, this torrent did not nourish the whole body, but was forcibly restrained and ignited by an overwhelming and unstoppable will!

Beneath her skin, a visible red-gold light rapidly flowed, converging toward her brow. That light, thick and viscous, was Lu Yingzhao's condensed, mercury-like essence!

At this moment, these precious essences and blood are like firewood thrown into a furnace.

"Burn!"

Amidst the extreme pain and decay brought about by the burning of his essence and blood, a completely different force was brewing and rising deep in the sea of ​​consciousness between Lu Yingzhao's eyebrows.

What is produced by the burning of essence and blood is an extremely pure, almost transparent [light mist].

This light mist carries the warmth and spirituality of the most original source of life. It flows upstream in strands, like rivers returning to the sea, and continuously flows into her sea of ​​consciousness which was originally somewhat dried up due to the invasion of inner demons.

Within her sea of ​​consciousness, the slightly flickering spiritual light representing her soul was like a long-awaited rain, or as if it were injected with boiling lamp oil. The dim spiritual light suddenly became brighter and more solid, and its size expanded and grew at an astonishing speed.

An unprecedented clarity, sharpness, and even a slight burning and tingling sensation filled Lu Yingzhao's entire consciousness.

Lu Yingzhao actually burned his blood essence directly, and converted the huge amount of blood energy into the power of the soul through the three-colored origin flower. With the huge power of his mind, he directly defeated the ten demons with one force and broke the inner demon!

She raised her head, smiled at Jing Yu, the only one who was sober, and nodded.

But not everyone has the same means as Lu Yingzhao. The inner demons here seem to be particularly tricky, and almost everyone has been affected to varying degrees.

Ye Xingyun clapped his hands and laughed: "Haha, what's so mysterious about this lake water that a Yuanying Zhenjun would actually fall into the water and die? I'm going to give it a try and see if this lake water can drown me!"

After saying that, Ye Xingyun actually made a gesture to jump out of the bamboo raft.

Yuwen Baoge's eyes were blazing with rage as he brazenly attacked a Nascent Soul True Lord beside him, roaring, "Yuwen Baoding! You despicable villain, today it's either you or me!"

Yun Xuance was sweating profusely, his head steaming, his back soaked. "A thousand strategies and tactics are no match for a reckless man's drumming! The gap between Nascent Soul and Divine Transformation is like a chasm. How exactly can I plan my way to Divine Transformation?"

Nangong Fuhua's face turned pale. "Jiang...Jiangmei, why did you achieve Divine Transformation before me? I'm a top-ranked Sword Immortal in the Immortal Continent, with unparalleled sword skills. I should have been the first... This... This doesn't make sense!"

Li Jiangmei stared at Lu Yingzhao intently, a look of shame on her face, and she gritted her teeth and said:

"Lu Yingzhao! I know you look down on me! You've always looked down on me! In the world of immortal cultivation, great power belongs to oneself. Who wouldn't want to dominate the world like you, invincible? If I had your talent and destiny, why would I need to use your power to bully others?"

"Besides, beauty is also a gift, no different from spiritual roots, fighting ability, and strategic means. Why can you rely on brute force and wisdom to get by with peace of mind, while I rely on my beauty to earn spiritual resources and climb the path, and I am gossiped and despised! This is unfair!"

Lu Yingzhao's expression was calm. Even though he knew that Li Jiangmei was now trapped in a fantasy world and might not be able to hear him, he still shook his head: "Jiangmei, you misunderstood."

"Except for those of you who can reach the end of the Great Dao and serve as sharpening stones for mutual improvement, I, Lu, look down upon everyone present equally... You are no exception."