PDLP Chapter 467: Snow on the Cangshan Mountain, Bright Light in the South
Chapter 467: Snow on the Cangshan Mountain, Bright Light in the South
For a moment, Mingnan could neither see nor hear anything.
The whole person seemed to have turned into a grain of sand, a piece of cloud, floating in the air, with no idea where he came from or where he was going.
My mind went blank and all thoughts disappeared.
I don’t know how long this state lasted, maybe just a blink of an eye, or maybe it lasted a very long time.
It didn't end until Mingnan's eyes turned black and he passed out.
205 was so anxious that he almost hanged himself.
Unfortunately, it has no neck and can only circle in space anxiously.
Mingnan didn't know how much time had passed, but he saw it clearly.
She and the broken mirror fought against the heavenly calamity, and the two sides ended up in a draw.
The heavenly calamity was swallowed by the mirror, and Mingnan was blown away by the aftermath. He hit the mountain wall hard and was about to fall back down the cliff, but he was caught by the enlarged mirror and finally fell back to the ground steadily.
The dark clouds dispersed, and the sky became bright with rosy clouds. The disaster ended here.
205 breathed a sigh of relief.
Immediately afterwards, auspicious aura descended from the sky and enveloped Mingnan and the mirror. The mirror surface was as bright as new silver, sparkling with dazzling light.
The horrific wounds on Mingnan's body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In addition, the surrounding spiritual energy was also continuously gathering towards her.
205 was stunned: [Is this... a breakthrough?! ]
It was surprised and delighted, seeing for the first time a true blessing in disguise.
The ancients said that misfortune and fortune are interdependent, and our ancestors were right!
Originally it thought that it was not wise for Mingnan to come here today, but now think about it, life is only once, there is no way to make so many wise and unwise decisions.
If Mingnan hadn't come, he wouldn't have encountered Taotie.
If she had not met Taotie, she would not have known that a divine bow was born underground, and she would not have let the divine bow recognize its master.
If she hadn't helped Gu Jing overcome the tribulation, she might have been able to escape, but she would never have had such a good opportunity to break through.
She seemed to be injured all the time tonight, but in the end she killed Taotie to avenge the people of Ancheng, obtained the magic bow Wanyue, and successfully survived the heavenly tribulation and broke through again.
And that glutton...
205 Thinking of its miserable appearance, it sighed and was still very curious about what its meat tasted like.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth rushed into Mingnan's body.
The damaged and broken spiritual veins and internal organs recovered quickly with the nourishment of spiritual power. The dried-up dantian was filled up again, the elixir regained its glow, and the dim Chongming bird pattern on it became brighter and brighter.
"Wow—"
The double-headed bird flapped its wings and flew, roaming in Mingnan's sea of consciousness.
When passing by the small crescent-shaped bow mark, it stopped curiously, tilted its head to stare at it, and couldn't help but peck it.
Wan Yue: “?”
It trembled violently, as if in silent protest.
When Chongming saw it struggling, he immediately got angry and swallowed it into his stomach.
Wanyue: “…”
205: […]
They are all living ancestors.
Fortunately, its space is invisible, otherwise it would be in the bird's stomach right now.
Wanyue is a divine weapon after all, how could he be a good person?
The fire grew bigger and bigger, causing turmoil in Chongming's stomach.
Chongming tried to hold it back, but couldn't hold it back any longer and spat it out with a "guh".
205: […]
One bow and one bird, neither of them would give in, so they started fighting.
Seeing that the spiritual power had accumulated enough to break through the barrier, Mingnan's spiritual power surged.
She didn't wake up at all, but was woken up by these two unlucky guys in her sea of consciousness.
One was the condensed power of her blood, and the other was her contracted divine weapon. When they fought, her brain was throbbing with pain.
She covered her head and sat up, gritting her teeth and said, "You two, shut up!"
Chongming slowly lowered his raised paw, shook his wings as if nothing had happened, and turned his head to peck the fur on his back.
Wanyue shrank to the size of a finger, floating in the air, flashing and pretending nothing had happened.
Mingnan made them laugh out of anger.
But she had no time to settle the score with them at the moment, so she sat up and looked at herself first.
The clothes were torn to pieces and would almost turn into ash and fall off if he moved.
Mingnan: "..."
Fortunately, no one passes by in this remote area.
She quickly took out a new piece of clothing from her storage ring and put it on.
After she put on her clothes, she looked up and saw the ancient mirror lying not far from her.
She stood up and staggered over. Although her injuries were almost healed, she still felt numb and weak in her hands and feet. The aftereffects of being struck by lightning had not yet disappeared.
A few steps almost felt like decades.
After finally walking to the ancient mirror, she knelt on one knee, lowered her head and was about to pick it up, but suddenly her eyes met with her own reflection in the mirror.
In an instant, the mirror surface, as white as water and silver, shook and suddenly changed its appearance.
The person in the mirror disappeared, replaced by a strange picture.
Mingnan frowned, and saw in the mirror that the sky was as dark as an abyss, the ground was surging with water, and there was a faint sound of crying, which made people feel uncomfortable.
Then the scene changed, and a familiar white figure collapsed, with a large formation drawn with blood and ink beneath him.
Mingnan's eyelids twitched suddenly, and he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
Sure enough, the next moment the man turned around and a tear of blood fell from the corner of his eye.
205: [! ! ! 】
205: [How could it be the host? No, this...what kind of mirror is this?]
205: [Wait! Why does this look familiar...]
It stared at it for a moment, and was startled. [Isn't this the samsara mirror from the mermaid world? Then what appears on this mirror is——]
Mingnan stared blankly at the person in the mirror closing his eyes and murmured, "Am I dead?"
205: [Pah, pah, pah, don’t say such unlucky words, this broken mirror won’t let me! ]
That being said, but it knew in its heart that what appeared on the Reincarnation Mirror was most likely Mingnan’s final fate. Otherwise, if Mingnan had really ascended successfully, it would not have encountered him later.
But it really couldn't bear to see Mingnan die so...miserably.
Before they could take a closer look, the Samsara Mirror flashed with light and returned to its normal appearance, clearly reflecting Mingnan's thoughtful face.
205 Carefully observe her expression.
But she didn't seem to care too much.
He even picked up the mirror and wiped it.
When he turned to the back, Mingnan felt a little bloodstain. He took a closer look and found that the blood had seeped into the intricate lines and formed a flower.
Mingnan suddenly realized, "So it was the mirror that swallowed my blood and reflected my fate?"
She took out a clean handkerchief from her storage ring, shook her head and said, "It may not be the end. She just closed her eyes. Maybe she just fainted."
I don't know who this is meant to comfort.
She was about to wipe it with the handkerchief, but the blood was completely absorbed by the mirror, leaving a dark red mark that could not be wiped off or faded.
It stands to reason that a contract could be made using blood as the medium, but the ancient mirror did not fluctuate. Perhaps the artifact had a spirit and was unwilling to recognize her as its master.
Mingnan didn't feel disappointed. After all, she already had Wanyue, and one shouldn't be too greedy.
She put away the handkerchief, turned the mirror over, and found that there was a red lotus in the mirror, and the petals were trembling gently.
"Flower in the mirror? Is it a spirit?"
Mingnan pointed at the mirror curiously, and the lotus immediately closed its petals, as if feeling a little shy.
"Haha." Mingnan chuckled, took back his hand and asked, "Do you have a master? If not, do you want to come with me?"