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As we walked all the way to the back mountain, the suspicion that had been burning in my heart grew into a raging fire.

In the battle between humans and demons, both sides were on high alert, and every place they had passed since leaving the Western Territory was heavily guarded. However, Emperor Huizong of the Qing Dynasty, who had recently suffered an ambush, had clearly deployed a large force at the mountain gate, but the guards in the forbidden area behind the mountain were so sparse.

As Lu Zhaozhao walked along, apart from meeting a few people at the guesthouse, the further he went in, the more deserted the place became.

Obviously, something is very wrong.

Alarm bells rang in her heart, and her hand holding the sword tightened even more.

The road was unobstructed and led directly to the back mountain. When standing in front of the restriction, the vigilance flashing in Lu Zhaozhao's amber pupils was about to burst out.

"Oh, you must have deliberately lured me here."

Looking at the thin restriction in front of him, Lu Zhaozhao sneered.

Something was wrong when the sect disciple said that during the day. If it was an important place in the back mountain, it would not have been possible to explain it to the visitor. On the contrary, most of the important places in the sect were important and hard to defend. Even if a visitor accidentally walked in, he would be asked to leave at the first time, instead of standing at the restricted place without any hindrance like now.

A thousand-year-old major company would never make such a low-level mistake. If it happens, it can only mean that it is a naked hint!

Lu Zhaozhao thought of the illusion outside Pingyang, and her guess became more certain.

Her face grew increasingly cold as she raised her hand, not using complicated techniques to carefully remove the restriction, but directly striking down with a palm.

"boom--"

The deafening sound was like thunder.

But after the sound, there was still dead silence. The entire sect seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and the sounds from the outside world could not be heard at all.

Lu Zhaozhao was so angry that she laughed. She snorted coldly, shook her head, and walked straight into the depths of the back mountain.

The specifications and layout inside are exactly the same as they would be a thousand years later, except that the monsters are gone, and there is no barrier covering it.

Lu Zhaozhao was still a little bit incredulous until the plaque with the three big characters "Nine Mirror Tower" appeared completely in front of him.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and the exterior of the tower in front of her was charred, the gold bricks and jade discs were destroyed, the murals lost their color, and the sculptures shattered.

This is not what the Nine Mirror Tower should look like today!

At this time, the war between humans and demons had just begun. The Northern Territory Zen Sect still had some prestige in the Central Plains, and the collusion between the internal people and the demons had not yet been exposed. The Nine Mirrors Pagoda should still be intact in the Futu Temple, worshipped by tens of thousands of people.

The tower in front of her was exactly the same as the one she saw when she forced her way in a thousand years later!

Lu Zhaozhao stood at the bottom of the stairs and looked up. There was a familiar wooden door. The mottled marks on it seemed to tell of a thousand years of grudges, but in the moonlight it exuded a spooky aura.

With a light sigh, she finally took a step forward, but each step she took felt incredibly heavy, as if a thousand-pound tripod was tied to her ankle.

When he stepped onto the last step and stood in front of the wooden door, Lu Zhaozhao still felt as if he was in another world.

She gently placed her hand on the wooden door and closed her eyes. Perhaps the truth of everything was behind the door, but she was extremely conflicted at the moment. She had been guessing for a long time in her heart, and this guess made her breathe heavier.

After thinking for a long time, she finally made up her mind.

Exhaling, Lu Zhaozhao opened his eyes, covered the wooden door completely with his palm, and was about to push it open.

Suddenly, before she could exert any force, the door opened automatically. With a creaking sound, it revealed the scene inside bit by bit, like a canvas slowly unfolding.

"Boom-thump-thump-"

As the wooden door opened, the bell rang at the same time.

From top to bottom, what came into view was a picture that gradually became blurred before she closed her eyes and came here, but it appeared in her dreams countless times and was engraved in her heart.

The black bird, the big bell, and... the figure standing below.

The man had his back to Lu Zhaozhao and did not turn around even after hearing the door opening and the bell. Instead, he quietly looked at the murals inside the tower.

Lu Zhaozhao didn't say anything for a moment, just staring at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure.

"Dangerous stele."

The bell stopped, a whisper, like a sigh.

The person standing in front turned around and seemed to be stunned for a moment, then slowly turned around.

Their eyes met, and the other person's face was reflected in each other's eyes with incredible clarity.

"It's really you."

Lu Zhaozhao frowned slightly and looked at the person in front of her.

The familiarity was that he was indeed the one who taught her how to be disorganized and who helped her when she was in danger in the back mountain.

The strangeness lies in the fact that this Wei Zhanjie's eyes and brows are full of coldness, unlike the vicissitudes of life a thousand years later. Now he is dressed in scarlet brocade clothes, with long hair tied up high, exuding an oppressive attitude that tells strangers to stay away.

"It's been a long time since we last met. You're a bit late."

Wei Zhanjie's voice was filled with unspeakable danger.

"Did you design for me to come here?"

Lu Zhaozhao asked, this place is not only the current place, but also the scene a thousand years ago, and it is also the forbidden area in the back mountain that he sneaked into without telling anyone even earlier.

Wei Zhanjie chuckled and remained silent. He did not deny any of them.

Lu Zhaozhao's heart sank. She frowned, as if accepting her fate, and said softly, "You went to so much trouble to bring me here. It's not out of kindness that you're letting me experience the scene of a thousand years ago. Tell me, what exactly do you want to do?"

Wei Zhanjie looked at her, his smile growing thicker as he spoke loudly, "You're a smart person. I've seen everything you've done these days. To be honest, I quite like you. If you were born a thousand years ago, I would have made friends with you. Unfortunately, things don't go as planned."

He walked over with his hands behind his back, a hint of regret on his face.

"As you can see, I'm just a remnant soul now, clinging to a carrier. If it were you, you wouldn't be willing to accept this. So, no matter how much I admire you, I can only use you as the material for my reshaping. After all, you were the one who awakened me."

Wei Zhanjie became more and more excited as he spoke, his scarlet robe leaving afterimages as he moved. His face was now only an inch away from Lu Zhaozhao.

Lu Zhaozhao looked at the blood boiling in his eyes and was speechless for a moment. Wei Zhanjie didn't wait for her to speak, and his five bony fingers had already climbed up her slender neck.

"Ugh." With a muffled groan, Wei Zhanjie opened his eyes wide in disbelief. He slowly lowered his head, and a white hand holding the black hilt of the sword sank into his waist.

The owner of this hand was Lu Zhaozhao, who looked like he had accepted his fate. Wei Zhanjie's eyes flashed with strange excitement, like a wolf that smelled blood.

"How could I forget that you are the most unwilling to accept your fate. Like me, you are also a madman."

His voice was low, like the whisper of a devil. The fragility on Lu Zhaozhao's face gradually disappeared, and a smile identical to Wei Zhanjie's appeared on his face.

"Just now, in the split second between life and death, I suddenly realized something. Lord Demon Lord, you may have really wanted to kill me at the beginning, but now, at least when you led me to the back mountain, you should have given up."

After she said this, Wei Zhanjie's face instantly darkened, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the woman in front of him inquiringly, and even the hand on her neck loosened.

Lu Zhaozhao rubbed his neck, took a deep breath, and took a step back to create some distance between himself and Wei Zhanjie.

The trend of confrontation was formed invisibly.