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Lu Zhaozhao gently placed his hand on the wooden door of the pagoda.

The wooden door is mottled, and you can vaguely see that it was once carved with dragons and phoenixes, but most of them have fallen off by now.

The surrounding stones were covered with a charred color, probably from being burned by a fire. The reliefs on them were covered with marks of swords and knives, no longer as magnificent as they once were.

Wei Zhanjie stood quietly beside her without urging her.

Her hand moved down the wooden door, and the rough texture passed from her fingertips to her palm.

Lu Zhaozhao opened his mouth, paused for a long time, and said softly:

"Wei Zhanjie, what about you? Why aren't you in the story?"

Her voice was soft, hidden in the wind, and difficult to catch if one was not careful.

"Because I died in that catastrophe."

She was answered with the same soft murmur.

Lu Zhaozhao could vaguely guess the answer, so she didn't know whether she should ask, but Wei Zhanjie seemed to see her hesitation. He didn't speak first, but waited quietly for her to ask.

Lu Zhaozhao looked in his direction, still with an uninhibited and unrestrained look, but she could feel that the sadness in him had become more tangible.

A lonely soul has been alive for thousands of years, relying only on a trace of lingering obsession to survive. How lonely and desolate it must be.

Lu Zhaozhao withdrew his gaze and pushed open the wooden door in front of him. Following the creaking sound, the dust from the tower blew in his face.

The place was devastated and in ruins everywhere.

This was the first scene Lu Zhaozhao saw.

According to what Wei Zhanjie said before, the tower should be filled with countless Buddha statues and relics, white jade steps, golden Buddha statues, and bronze bells and drums, making it extremely magnificent.

Although it has experienced war and destruction, it is hard to imagine that it would look like this.

Lu Zhaozhao was stunned, and so was Wei Zhanjie.

He had witnessed the Nine Mirrors Tower at its most glorious state, and he had also seen the tower destroyed. Perhaps he had been a participant or even a leader, but he had never imagined the scene before him.

I wonder if he feels that everything has changed and nothing is going on?

"Boom-"

A long bell sounded, and following the sound, the source came from a big bell standing right above Lu Zhaozhao's head.

The bell hung on the top of the tower was huge, and thousands of years had blurred its original luster.

How could the bell suddenly ring without anyone ringing it? Lu Zhaozhao's face was solemn, and he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.

"Boom-"

Another sound.

Lu Zhaozhao swung his sword, and several sword intentions attacked the surroundings of the bell, hitting the surrounding crossbars. The crossbars were cut into several pieces and fell heavily to the ground.

Not a spirit either?

Lu Zhaozhao was confused.

When the next bell rang, a sword intent arrived as promised, aiming directly at the bell.

"Oh!"

The bell made a muffled sound, and the aftermath drilled into the ears, making people's scalps numb.

Clods of dust and dirt fell in a rustling pattern, and the light that filtered through the windows of the tower revealed their path.

Lu Zhaozhao didn't try to avoid it, and was covered in dust. She inhaled some of the dust into her nose, which made her throat itchy and she couldn't stop coughing.

"I don't see what's so wonderful about this tower."

Lu Zhaozhao said to Wei Zhanjie, Wei Zhanjie nodded, and walked around the tower, sometimes stopping to look up, sometimes squatting to look at the murals.

When he reached a certain place, he stopped, turned around and waved to Lu Zhaozhao. Lu Zhaozhao did not suspect anything and walked over.

She stood beside Wei Zhanjie and looked in the direction of his finger. It was a concave wall.

After looking for a long time without being able to figure out what was going on, Lu Zhaozhao turned to look at Wei Zhanjie. He hesitated for a while before he began to explain.

"The Nine Mirrors Tower, as the name suggests, is famous for the nine mirrors embedded within. Eight of them face the four directions, and the central one faces the sky. I had assumed that after all the catastrophes, the nine mirrors had either disappeared or been destroyed. But after circling the tower, I found that the mirrors were still embedded in the eight walls, their luster obscured by the years. However, there are only eight."

Lu Zhaozhao looked in the direction he pointed again and added, "The side facing the sky in the middle is gone. The bronze mirror protects the house, and the same applies to the tower. So if we only need to complete the nine mirrors, perhaps the secret of this tower will be revealed."

"That's right." Wei Zhanjie nodded, "And this mirror can't be an ordinary tool."

Can’t it be an ordinary tool?

A shadow suddenly appeared in Lu Zhaozhao's mind. She took out the Yuanxu Mirror and handed it to Wei Zhanjie.

"This is the sect's precious mirror, quite spiritual, but I cracked it earlier. I wonder if it can be replaced?"

Wei Zhanjie took a look and couldn't be sure, so he could only give it a try.

Lu Zhaozhao glanced at the stairs beside him. There were 148 steps leading directly to the top.

She walked up step by step. The steps were repaired against the wall. As she walked up the steps, she could vaguely see the contents on the wall.

The first thing that appeared was a mural carved with horn flowers and animal faces. The lines were wild and the patterns were rough, which should have been used to express the meaning of guarding.

Above, there were four layers of lotus petals. With Zen Buddhism's retreat to the north, the remaining lotus flowers mostly had six or eight petals. She had only seen four-petal lotuses in books, representing Buddha, Dharma, Sangha, and Dao, representing Buddhist doctrine, teachings, Sangha, and the path of practice.

Above the lotus are figures of musicians and dancers, and at the corners, several powerful figures acting as pillars. The musicians, clutching instruments, dance with joy and delight. The dancers, with their slender postures, supple waists, and graceful steps, are meticulously carved, their movements, undulating ribbons, all rendered with exquisite lifelike precision. Though minimalist, the figures' postures, figures, movements, and expressions are meticulously portrayed. Their bare, slightly overweight torsos convey immense strength. Their left hands, shoulders, and heads support the pagoda's eaves, their right hands support their knees. Their brows are furrowed, and the corners of their mouths are downturned, conveying the immense effort they must exert, reflecting the weight of the pagoda.

Above, there was a broken wall, separated by a bronze mirror. The contents on it were too badly damaged to be discerned. However, according to Wei Zhanjie's initial description, the original place above should have been a golden Buddha statue.

In troubled times, Buddha statues covered with gold foil had no one to protect them and were naturally difficult to preserve.

Seeing this, Lu Zhaozhao sighed a little. Walking from the bottom to the top, she saw that the architecture inside the tower was magnificent. The Buddha statue must have been more valued at that time. It was a pity that she had no chance to see it.

Next is a seven-story tower with dense eaves pointing to the top of the tower. A large bell hangs above it, and around its top are waisted pedestals. The bronze pillars on the pedestals are decorated with lotus, wheel, canopy, halo, and pearl from bottom to top, and at the top is a bronze flying black bird.

The Xuanniao is exquisitely carved, with the folds of its feathers clearly visible. It is fixed with eight iron chains, as if to prevent it from flapping its wings and flying away at the next moment.

Lu Zhaozhao observed for a while and placed the Yuanxu Mirror on the Xuanniao, where there was a tray.

The mirror was facing upwards, and the moment it was put down, a stream of light appeared on the black bird, as if it was given life and full of vitality.

A phoenix cry pierced the sky.

The big bell continued to ring uncontrollably, and the pagoda trembled faintly.

Lu Zhaozhao steadied himself, a little surprised.

The sound of the bells poured into her ears, giving her a headache.

He forced himself to suppress the discomfort in his heart and looked up to explore his surroundings.

Suddenly, the eyes of the black bird were filled with blood red. Lu Zhaozhao was not paying attention for a moment and met those eyes, and then, he could no longer look away.

The moment she closed her eyes, she saw Wei Zhanjie saying something anxiously, but she could only see his mouth opening and closing vaguely, but could not hear anything.