Traveling through the world of immortal cultivation: My system is amazing

As the Frost Flower Divine Pattern flowed in the palms of the two people's clasped hands, it was snowing in the fairyland.

Xiao Bei walked through the broken mirror corridor, his boots rolling over the fragments of the Sky-Seeing Mirror all over the ground. The winding blood-red star map on the jade bricks continued to reorganize with his footsteps.

The cracks in the ice crystal hairpin in Beili's hair were oozing out tiny particles of light, each of which reflected the melted bronze inscriptions on the bottom of the Guixu sea.

"The spiritual energy veins of the thirty-six southeastern continents are undergoing strange changes." Bei Li suddenly grabbed Xiao Bei's cloud-patterned sleeves, and frost condensed into ice beads on her eyelashes, "Look at the snow—"

The light snowflakes turned into red flames the moment they touched the ground, burning thousands of holes in the sea of ​​clouds.

The bronze bell on Xiao Bei's scabbard suddenly vibrated, and the bell tongue beat out a rhythm of three long and two short beats, which was exactly the same as the burial song recorded in the ancient murals on the snow mountain three days ago.

He held the Taichu Sword at his waist, and the newly formed dragon scale patterns on the hilt sent a stinging pain through the mermaid gloves.

Three thousand miles away on the Questioning Immortal Platform, Mo Yan was pressing the blood-stained bronze fragments into the base of the Sky-Viewing Mirror.

When he turned to face the tumultuous crowd, his left eye had already transformed into a vortex of flowing star sand: "Have you ever seen snow like this?

One hundred thousand years ago, on the eve of the great war between gods and demons, the Guixu Sea also experienced a fire that burned the sky.

The sound of Xiao Bei's sword reached the clouds faster than his spiritual sense.

When the Taichu Sword tore through space and split the curtain of fire, Mo Yan's wide sleeves embroidered with dark patterns just happened to brush across the mirror, reflecting the frost flower divine pattern wrapped in Xiao Bei's sword energy into a hideous blood light.

Twelve water mirrors stood up in response, each reflecting the scene of Xiao Bei holding a sword and bathing in blood in a different time and space.

"Is the sword of the Eternal Lord stained with the blood of a demon..." Mo Yan's fingertips stroked Xiao Bei's bloodstained face in the mirror. The wound cut by the sword energy oozed golden blood. "Or is it the soul of a fellow immortal?"

Beili's ice crystal hairpin suddenly burst out with a dazzling light, and seventy-two ice spikes condensed from the void.

She reached out to grab the nearest water mirror, but found that the mirrors had long been replaced by bronze tablets that had melted at the bottom of the Guixu Sea. The name belonging to Xiao Bei in the inscription was being corroded by blood, while the crime that should have belonged to Mo Yan was shining with golden light of merit.

"Be careful of nested illusions!" Xiao Bei held Bei Li and retreated quickly, with the Taichu Sword drawing a mysterious trajectory in front of him.

In the spatial cracks cut by the sword, countless bronze chains were entangled with the struggling soul of the immortal, and at the end of each chain was a vortex of star sand that was the same as the one in Mo Yan's eyes.

Mo Yan's laughter echoed from each water mirror simultaneously. "Fellow Daoist Xiao, do you know how the last owner of the Taichu Sword met his end?" He stroked Xiao Bei's reflection in the mirror, and a half-marked rune identical to the one on the sword's hilt emerged from his palm. "That Divine Lord is the very people I protect..."

Beili suddenly bit her fingertip and flicked the blood drop towards the ever-growing water mirror.

The frost power containing the blood of the ancient immortals instantly froze time and space, but was bounced back the moment it touched the mirror surface - the memory fragments sealed in the frost flowers showed that as early as three months ago when the immortals and demons conflicted on the border, Mo Yan quietly replaced the eye of the sky-peeking mirror array in each continent.

"Why are you stopping me?" Bei Li broke free from the protective barrier set up by Xiao Bei. The ice crystal hairpin in her hair had transformed into a three-foot-long sword. "Those water mirrors are tampering with the cause and effect line. We must..."

Her voice stopped abruptly.

Through the red snow, one could see the bewitched immortals approaching on burning clouds, the faint light of bronze fragments flickering between each of their brows.

The purple-clothed fairy in the front raised her life-defining magic weapon, but what was reflected in the mirror was the illusion of Beili stabbing the ice blade into the child's heart.

"The mirror can only reflect the deepest fear in one's heart." Mo Yan's true body finally stepped out of the largest water mirror, and the hem of his clothes embroidered with dark golden spells swept across the star maps on the ground. "Just like Fellow Daoist Xiao never dared to take out the fragment of the God-killing Halberd from the hilt of his sword - what are you afraid of?

I'm afraid that everyone will find out about you and the world-destroying weapon from a hundred thousand years ago..."

The Taichu Sword suddenly made a humming sound like a dragon's roar, and all the frost flowers on the scabbard shattered.

Xiao Bei stared at the half rune in Mo Yan's hand that was symmetrical with his own, and finally understood what the bronze tablet at the bottom of Guixu Sea had swallowed up - those inscriptions that seeped into the earth veins along with the blood were now being reorganized into a "truth" that reversed black and white in the eyes of all those who were bewitched.

When the first controlled immortal cast the Immortal Binding Rope, Beili's ice sword had already blocked three magical weapons that were attacking Xiao Bei.

The frost flower divine pattern on her wrist exploded into an ice storm, but strangely melted away the moment it touched the edge of Mo Yan's clothes. "His clothes are embroidered with the forbidden spell of the Guixu Sea!"

The veins on the back of Xiao Bei's hand bulged as he pressed the hilt of the sword.

The bronze fragment sealed in the bell was getting hot, resonating with the half rune in Mo Yan's hand.

Through the crimson snow, he saw countless such bewitched eyes flickering in the flames when the God-killing Spear tore through the sky a hundred thousand years ago.

(End of this chapter) The Frost Flower Divine Pattern on Xiao Bei's palm suddenly burst out with a bronze halo, and the inscriptions eroded by blood actually began to flow under his skin.

The Taichu Sword let out an ancient and desolate dragon roar, and the dragon scale pattern on the hilt pierced through the mermaid gloves, blending with the golden blood seeping from his fingers to form a mysterious totem.

"Everyone, please take a look at the true memory of Guixu Sea!"

As he roared, the red snow in the sky suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Each snowflake reflected a scene from a hundred thousand years ago—in the gap in the sky torn by the God-killing Halberd, there was clearly suspended a vortex of star sand that was exactly the same as the one in Mo Yan's eyes.

The souls of the immortals bound by chains wailed, and the fragments of their life-saving magic weapons were embedded in the spell on Mo Yan's clothes.

Bei Li suddenly covered his chest with his hands, and a half-scroll of bronze scroll emerged from the ice crystal hairpin.

Those ancient immortal characters, sealed by frost, drifted toward the Taichu Sword, condensing at its tip into thirty-six overlapping star disks. "This is the inherited star map of the forbidden land of Guixu Sea!" A white-haired immortal suddenly shifted his immortal binding rope, knocking his companion's Soul-Devouring Nail down from the clouds.

Mo Yan's wide sleeves embroidered with spells suddenly ignited with a dark blue flame, and what came out of his sleeves was not a magic weapon, but a broken bronze halberd half wrapped in star sand.

The moment the murderous weapon collided with the Taichu Sword, a roar of a giant object collapsing suddenly came from the bottom of the Guixu sea.

The golden blood that burst out of Xiao Bei's tiger's mouth dripped onto the halberd, and actually awakened half of the rune buried deep under the star sand - it fit perfectly with the fragment in the bell on his hilt.

"So you stole the head of the God-Slaying Halberd." Xiao Bei's eyes flashed with the image of countless stars annihilated. The Taichu Sword suddenly split into twelve shadows. "It's a pity that you can't comprehend the truth sealed in the star sand."

The star map woven by the sword shadows in the air echoed with Beili's ice crystal tablet. The bewitched immortals suddenly burst into tears.

The bronze fragments between their eyebrows fell down, piecing together a scroll of the truth from a hundred thousand years ago on the clouds - Mo Yan's previous life was actually an extraterritorial demon who controlled the vortex of star sand, and at this moment, the star sand flowing from his left eye was corroding the laws of the world.

Elder Qingyu's crane cloak suddenly transformed into countless feathers, but just as they reached within three feet of Mo Yan, they were swallowed by an invisible barrier. "Be careful of the Devouring Magic Barrier!" He chanted a spell, summoning a Mysterious Light Mirror that revealed a terrifying scene—countless bronze veins extended from Mo Yan's feet, spreading along the sea of ​​clouds toward the core of the Sky-Seeing Mirror array on each continent.

Beili's ice sword suddenly made a phoenix cry, and the necklace hanging from her hair turned into the shadow of an ice phoenix.

When the Ice Phoenix's wings swept across the burning clouds, seventy-two ice spikes formed a cage above Mo Yan's head.

Xiao Bei took the opportunity to pass his fingers across the sword edge, and the ancient divine text drawn with golden blood instantly lit up the spiritual energy veins of the thirty-six continents.

"In the name of the Eternal Lord, I call back the hundred thousand heroic spirits of the Ruins Sea!"

The moment the Taichu Sword pierced the clouds, countless bronze tablets appeared in the air.

Each inscription burst out with dazzling golden light, straightening the inverted cause and effect line inch by inch.

The broken halberd in Mo Yan's hand suddenly trembled violently, and the vortex of star sand at the halberd head began to rotate in the opposite direction, sucking half of his body into the space-time rift.

"Xiao Bei!" Mo Yan suddenly ripped his clothes before disappearing, revealing the core fragment of the Sky-Viewing Mirror embedded in his chest, "Did you think you won the inheritance?

When the bronze inscription completely melted... "His curse was cut off by the suddenly closing rift, and only the blood-stained fragment fell towards the Guixu Sea.

Beili reached out to catch the falling frost flowers, but found that each snowflake was condensed with tiny bronze inscriptions.

The divine pattern on her wrist suddenly stabbed, and the ice crystal hairpin spontaneously flew towards Xiao Bei's palm. "Your hand..." She grabbed Xiao Bei's bleeding right palm and found that the dragon scale pattern was actually growing by consuming the golden blood.

Xiao Bei held her trembling fingertips with his backhand, and the bell of the Taichu Sword made a clear sound.

The clappers no longer played the funeral song, but an ancient tune full of vitality.

He looked at the shadow of the bronze stele gradually disappearing in the sea of ​​clouds, and suddenly waved his sleeves to roll up the red snow that had not yet melted.

"This snow contains the final causal spell that Mo Yan cast." He condensed the red snow into an amber bead and tied it around Bei Li's waist. The frost flower divine pattern spread along the bead string to form a protective array pattern. "No matter what happens next, do not let this object leave you more than three feet away."

Suddenly, the sound of bronze breaking came from the end of the sea of ​​clouds, and fine lines appeared on the ice crystal hairpin in Beili's hair.

Xiao Bei's pupils shrank slightly. He clearly saw the star sand flowing inside the hairpin, which was exactly the same as the vortex in Mo Yan's eyes.