The whole family went mad, but the junior sister turned the tables and her luck soared.

The night was deep and dark, the wind was mournful and the moonlight was long since obscured by the dim clouds.

Only those who could fly into the sky to escape, such as Zhong Tu and Li Wuyue, would not remain in the same place.

The pathetic low-level demons trampled over the corpses of their own kind and ran away like headless flies.

Originally, the clear was the sky and the turbid was the earth. Now, the sky and earth are connected in one line, and the clear and turbid are indistinguishable. The only thing illuminating this place is the firelight in the sky that belongs to the imperial edict.

Li Wuyue's voice startled Mo Xiao and Di Zhao, who were locked in combat.

Almost at the same instant, from the heavens above, two afterimages, one black and one red, rushed toward the surging demonic tide.

With a sinister grin, Mo Xiao threw out his demonic bell, and the ancient bell, engraved with ghostly figures, immediately grew several times larger.

It was only after it grew stronger that the charred marks on the edges and corners of the Demon Bell could no longer be concealed.

The lifelike demon heads on the Demon Bell were melted into a mass by the scorching flames, emitting mournful screams.

“If I hadn’t had to worry about not having enough offerings, do you think I would have let you off so easily?”

The emperor sneered, "A coward like you dares to talk big."

Mo Xiao was born with a demonic body, and his phoenix fire is Mo Xiao's nemesis.

However, the demon bell in Mo Xiao's hand was very strange, as it was able to withstand his phoenix fire for a short time.

Whenever he's about to get himself into trouble, this shameless bastard crawls into the clock.

A perfectly good magic clock was used by him to be no different from a tortoise shell.

The emperor decreed that he did not wish to speak further with Mo Xiao.

Although he had a premonition that something was wrong, now that the Mirror of Illumination had been born, he had no room to back down.

We can't let that mirror fall into Mo Xiao's hands!

The emperor's eyes were dark, his black jade-like eyes turned red, and his pupils turned a sacred gold.

A pair of broad wings sprouted from his shoulder blades.

When the wings spread, the wind rises and the clouds surge, the sun and moon tremble, and the obscured moonlight tilts down, illuminating the wings that are as colorful and golden as a beautiful dress.

The accompanying flames of the imperial edict became the most reliable protective layer. He identified the direction of the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons and instantly disappeared into the erupting demonic energy.

The phoenix soars through the nine heavens; how could the demonic sky compare to its speed?

Seeing that the imperial edict was about to seize the Mirror of Illumination and the head of the Heavenly Demon first, Mo Xiao gritted his teeth and quickly turned the Demon Bell around, aiming directly at Yun Yici's painting.

The painting, possessing a spirit, changed direction and fled as soon as the Demon Bell turned, but the Demon Bell relentlessly pursued it.

Zhu Jian anxiously circled around Shen Huaichuan.

If she were in her adult form, all the demons here would die.

Unfortunately, she is only as thick as a finger now.

As the Demon Bell approached, Zhu Jian hastily opened his mouth and grabbed Shen Huaichuan's collar, attempting to swallow him into the space within his mouth.

But... Zhujian's mouth is too small now.

Just as the ferocious demonic bell was about to engulf the painting, an incomparably powerful spiritual sword shot out from behind the painting, forcing the demonic bell to stop in front of the painting.

Meanwhile, the emperor traveled through the demonic energy for a while but did not detect any signs of life.

Upon seeing this, he was extremely anxious. Without thinking, he rushed out of the demonic energy towards Mo Xiao, and the flames in his hand transformed into a long whip, which sent Mo Xiao, who was not protected by the demonic bell, flying away.

The flames began to spread the moment they touched Mo Xiao's clothes, but Mo Xiao burst into wild laughter.

Li Wuyue lowered his head and coldly looked at the battlefield where countless people had died and been injured. The strings of the zither that emanated from his fingertips disappeared into the demonic energy.

As one string after another was retrieved, the sight of one vibrating string emerging from the dark demonic energy drew everyone's attention.

This is precisely the reason for Mo Xiao's maniacal laughter—the end of the zither string is wrapped with an ancient mirror that is spotless.

This round ancient mirror looks only the size of a woman's palm. The back is engraved with intricate patterns, and just one glance at it gives one the feeling of having their soul captured.

Mo Xiao exclaimed with delight, "Wu Yue, give me the Mirror of Illumination!"

Li Wuyue reached out his hand, and the Mirror of Reflection, drawn by the strings of the zither, was about to fall into his grasp.

A blade of wind severed his strings even faster than Li Wuyue could retract them.

The Mirror of Reflection lost its traction and fell from the sky.

As the imperial edict arrived swiftly to be received, a strange, transparent claw, unlike anything anyone had ever seen before, seized the Mirror of Revelation first.

"Xiao Ci!"

The emperor's eyes lit up as he recognized that the person who used the strange hook to grab the Mirror of Reflection was none other than Yun Yici.

Like the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, Yun Yici remained hidden in the shadows, observing the entire situation, including Li Wuyue's subtle actions.

The Mirror of Revelation is a demonic artifact, and she dared not touch it directly with her hands, so she used wind to form a claw that she could grip.

Yun Yici turned the mirror to face the ground and quickly retreated to the side of the Emperor's edict.

"Don't take the picture, give it to Senior Shen."

The emperor was still shaken by his previous ominous premonition, and naturally wouldn't be foolish enough to look in the mirror at such a crucial moment.

He looked at Mo Xiao and Li Wuyue, and the phoenix fire in his hand rose up: "The Mirror of Illumination is now in my hands. You can talk about yourselves when you're dead."

Li Wuyue remained silent, showing neither sorrow nor joy, and said quietly, "The Mirror of Illumination is now just an empty shell."

"Your Majesty, don't you want to know about your future?"

Before Li Wuyue could finish speaking, Yun Yici noticed that the previously silent Mirror of Reflection in her hand began to tremble.

The commotion was quite significant, and the emperor subconsciously looked down.

The intricate patterns on the ancient mirror surface seemed to come alive, receding like black vines to reveal the clear and absurd mirror surface hidden deep within.

The emperor's pupils constricted as he stared, mesmerized, at his reflection in the mirror—a handsome figure, clad in fine clothes, and resembling a god.

......

"Your Majesty, now that you have returned to your throne, why are you so uneasy?"

In the nine-tiered palace, a cute and obedient attendant boy served him from the side.

The person in the mirror looked up and sighed. The attendant beside him and the exquisitely carved palace were instantly engulfed in flames and reduced to nothing in an instant.

The tall, magnificent palace roof in their eyes transformed into a thick demonic aura, obscuring the sun and moon.

A new sound came to my ears.

"Is that a phoenix?"

Is this really a phoenix?

"A phoenix that ugly?"

"Heh heh heh, he's been corrupted by demonic energy and can no longer ascend."

A tremendous rage rose within Emperor Zhao, and he opened his mouth, wanting to burn these demons who dared to offend him to death.

However, the familiar crimson flames did not ignite.

A plume of black smoke billowed from his mouth.

The emperor realized something with alarm and looked carefully at his reflection in the mirror.

A charred, featherless bird lay prostrate deep within the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons.

He opened his mouth, barely breathing, and tried again and again to summon his symbiotic fire.

He lay there in that position for an unknown amount of time, but in despair, he began to frantically devour the demonic energy around him.

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The author says:

I've been slacking off for a month, so I'm finding it hard to write anything.

Working hard to recover my memory

I still owe one chapter today, I'll make it up tomorrow.

October updates as usual