Mysterious mirror hanging high

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three hours later

At this moment, Bai Zhaoyue and Yuan Jiqing, the two demons, lay limp on the ground, unable to move.

After a fierce battle, Jing Yu and Guo Tingshu defeated the two true disciples of the demon lord and sealed their vital points. Now, the two can no longer cause any trouble and can only glare at each other angrily.

"You damned humans, what are you waiting for? Kill me or torture me as you please, I'll do whatever it takes without you even flinching!" Yuan Jiqing roared.

"Fellow Daoist Yuan, you flatter me. You are a true disciple of the Ancestral Demon Palace. I, a rogue cultivator, cannot afford to offend you."

Jing Yu shook his head; he certainly wouldn't recklessly kill Bai Zhaoyue and Yuan Jiqing here.

This matter doesn't actually bring much benefit; on the contrary, it's likely to incur the hatred of the Dragon Palace and the Ancestral Demon Palace.

If the two Great Dao Lord forces had issued a kill order against them, it would be something that a mere Heavenly Immortal force like the Divine Cauldron Immortal Dynasty could not compare to.

He has only subdued the two demons, which, to put it mildly, is a stopgap measure, leaving plenty of room for maneuver.

"What did you say, fellow Daoist?" Unlike Yuan Jiqing, Bai Zhaoyue was not impulsive. She had calmed down and her tone softened slightly.

After all, they are genuine disciples of the Demon Lord, and they are all guaranteed to become True Immortals in the future. Some might even have the potential to become Golden Immortals. With such a promising path ahead, they would naturally want to live if they could.

"What was the agreement between the two of you? Let's stick to the original plan."

Jing Yu smiled and said, "I would also like to ask Fellow Daoist Bai and Fellow Daoist Yuan to swear an oath against their inner demons, and not to enter the inner hall of the Pot Palace."

Bai Zhaoyue said helplessly, "My skills are inferior to others, so it's only natural."

Yuan Jiqing sneered, "Fellow Daoist, aren't you going to make us swear another oath of eternal damnation that we will never harm either of you? Aren't you afraid of our retaliation afterward?"

Jing Yu shook his head: "There's no need. As the true disciples of the Demon Lord, if you really had such a hostile intention towards me, there are many ways to avoid such a demonic oath. You don't have to do it yourself; you can just instruct your subordinates to do it. You don't even need to send or drive your servants. As long as you spread the news that you have a grudge against us, countless cultivators in the entire Immortal Realm will naturally come to cause us trouble."

"Hmph, I, Yuan, am not so despicable as to do that," Yuan Jiqing said through gritted teeth.

"Hehe, this is a battle for opportunity between us. Fellow Daoist Yuan is magnanimous and upright, so naturally he would not hold a grudge or seek revenge." Jing Yu flattered the other party, let the two demons make their oaths of inner demons, and then called Guo Tingshu to jump onto the bronze pot.

"Fellow Daoist Guo, come, help me open this pot lid."

Guo Tingshu did as he was told, and the two of them moved the lid of the bronze pot open a crack and jumped inside.

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After another dizzying spin, when the two regained their footing, they found themselves in another world.

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The moment the lid of the teapot closed silently behind me, the surrounding light suddenly dimmed and then slowly brightened again—not from the sky, but from a warm, jade-like radiance emanating from the dome.

The place where Jing Yu and Guo Tingshu landed was a vast square with no end in sight.

In the distance, directly opposite them, a bronze door loomed in the distance, its destination unknown.

What is truly awe-inspiring is the scene surrounding the square.

Countless enormous figures appeared and disappeared in the hazy glow surrounding the square.

Those were powerful fusion beasts, including true dragons, phoenixes, giant apes, tigers, leopards, and so on. Roughly estimated, there were over a hundred of them, and each one, in Jing Yu's opinion, should be no less powerful than a Three Tribulations Loose Immortal.

These fused beasts are currently trapped by layers of restrictions. According to Bai Zhaoyue, Jing Yu and Guo Tingshu have arrived in the inner hall, and two of the fused beasts should be able to break free of the restrictions and fight them.

"This should be the final trial, Fellow Daoist Guo, be careful in a moment," Jing Yu reminded him.

"clear."

Guo Tingshu stared intently at these fused beasts, seemingly already calculating which [beast forms] he should use to deal with them later.

The two of them slowly approached the fused beasts that were sealed by the restrictions, but surprisingly, it seemed that none of the restrictions showed any sign of loosening.

The fused beasts that were hiding in the barrier seemed to be completely unaware of anything, lying on the ground without making a sound.

"what's the situation?"

Jing Yu felt something was strange: "These fused beasts... seem to be asleep."

"Uh, Fellow Daoist Bai Yuan, now that you mention it, I seem to have some reservations as well..."

Guo Tingshu was yawning repeatedly at this moment. He took a few more steps forward, but finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground, falling into a deep sleep.

"Fellow Daoist Guo, Fellow Daoist Guo?"

Jing Yu looked at Guo Tingshu, who had fallen into a deep sleep, and hurriedly went over to pat his cheek. When she found that he was completely unaware of her presence, she was also puzzled.

"You just fell asleep like that?"

Jing Yu found it hard to understand what was happening before her eyes.

He hoisted Guo Tingshu onto his shoulder and continued walking forward. As he headed toward the Bronze Gate, a sense of familiarity welled up within him.

"The Law of Divine Dreams?"

Jing Yu noticed that the power of the [Divine Dream Law] around her was becoming increasingly dense, which might be the culprit that caused the fused beast and Guo Tingshu to fall into a deep sleep in the inner hall.

However, because of his profound attainments in the [Divine Dream] path, he had great resistance to the erosion of this law power and was therefore not affected.

"But why is there such a dense concentration of the [Divine Dream Law] power here? Isn't the [Demon Refining Pot] a treasure of the Creation Immortal Venerable? Shouldn't it be filled with [Creation Power]?"

Just as Jing Yu got closer to the bronze door, the space in front of her suddenly began to fluctuate violently, and the warm, jade-like light that had been falling from the dome began to distort and overlap.

The surrounding laws of power fell into unprecedented chaos, and countless mottled fragments of light and shadow burst forth from the void, weaving together into huge and blurry mirages that surrounded him.

These mirages carried a sense of time. Jing Yu, who was well-versed in the laws of time, realized almost instantly that they were likely remnants of the past.

On the left side of the image, a woman dressed in colorful silk robes stands seemingly floating in mid-air.

Her face was shrouded in a hazy glow, indistinct and ethereal, like a flower in a dream or the moon in water.

Jing Yu's eyes widened: "Lord Shenmeng?"

On the right side of the screen, facing him, is a lithe woman draped in animal skins.

She stood barefoot in the void, her figure tall and slender yet exuding a wild and powerful aura, her long hair flowing wildly, her eyes shining like the blazing sun.

Unlike the calm and dignified Shenmeng Daozun, her body was surging with the fluctuations of the laws of creation—Jing Yu was no stranger to this power, having experienced it many times before when he created fused beasts in the [Little Demon Refining Pot].

The laws of creation!

"To be able to stand in stark contrast to Lord Shenmeng... Could this be the legendary Dao Venerable, the only Dao Venerable among the demon race, the one who wields the power of creation? I never imagined she was a woman!"