Chapter 119: The Shattered Mirror

The ancestral shamans of the Witch Clan were born alongside the evolution of heaven and earth, endowed from birth with terrifying divine powers, which the progenitor shamans had perfected to their utmost extremes. The combat techniques within the ancestral shaman hall were insights those progenitors gleaned from their own divine abilities. Among them, the Sun-Shooting Technique practiced by Hou Yi was the most formidable, renowned throughout the clan as a skill that could decide life or death with a single arrow.

Qingqing was listening intently as Nanluo explained various perplexing questions she had previously not understood. Suddenly, Nanluo’s voice abruptly ceased.

“Master, what’s wrong?”

“Do not go outside here...”

Qingqing’s words had barely fallen when Nanluo urgently spoke. Upon hearing Nanluo’s tone, Qingqing’s heart immediately sank. From the urgency and gravity in Nanluo’s voice, she sensed a pressing danger.

She still remembered the moment her master had saved her from the onslaught and jeering of numerous demon kings. At that time, Nanluo’s voice had been filled only with joy and a long-lost sense of nostalgia—there was not a trace of fear, as if those demon kings were nothing more than writhing ants. When the master’s sword struck, causing the demon kings across the mountains to bow their heads in submission, Qingqing had been inexplicably exhilarated...

But now, the gravity in her master’s voice was incomparably profound.

Then Qingqing heard the cold, chilling utterance of “Chasing the Moon.” The voice was so icy it seemed soaked in glacial water. Instantly, Qingqing understood why her master’s tone was so solemn. Even simply hearing that voice felt like an arrow piercing her heart—inescapable no matter how she tried to avoid it.

The voice first swept through the void, as if issuing a premonition.

As it faded, a black radiance appeared on the distant horizon.

The moment that light emerged, it completely engulfed the space around Luoling Mountain... Every living soul across the mountain suddenly felt enveloped in danger. Chaos erupted as they scrambled back to their nests and caves, but no matter how they moved, the terrifying peril remained unyielding. It did not diminish in the slightest with their evasive maneuvers; on the contrary, it grew stronger. Many with weaker spiritual power found themselves immobilized.

Frightened, they looked up. In the sky, a tumultuous black wind roiled, slicing through the air like a blade. Within the black gale, a black banner faintly swelled and contracted...

These creatures habitually gazed skyward. They witnessed their lord’s Azure-Faced Sword sinking into the black wind, and before they could react, the chilling cry of “Chasing the Moon” and the overwhelming murderous aura arrived.

Suddenly, a stunning killing intent erupted from within the black wind, blossoming instantly like a winter plum’s blooming. The sword light stretched like a rainbow, trembling slightly within the black gale before bursting forth with earth-shattering killing intent and boundless sword radiance, shattering the black banner to fragments...

Before the mountain demons could shift their emotions, a streak of black light, saturated with boundless killing intent and tremendous magical force, shattered the void and pierced into the Demon Moon Mirror.

The moment the black light struck, the Demon Moon Mirror emitted a splendid five-colored glow, forming five luminous rings, each seemingly imbued with infinite cosmic principles.

Yet the black light hesitated only briefly before fiercely scattering each ring one after another.

For the first time, the mountain demons clearly saw what the Demon Moon Mirror—suspended in the sky like a moon for so long—actually looked like...

As all the shimmering light was blasted away, the true form of the mirror revealed itself: a blue-green rim etched with countless images of flowers, birds, fish, and insects. The mirror’s surface was clear and reflective like still water, veiled by a layer of misty waves.

The mirror trembled, then began to meld into the void. In an instant, like a reflection on water disturbed by ripples, the Demon Moon Mirror blurred almost beyond sight.

“Boom!”

The black light, however, was unaffected. It pierced fiercely into the mirror, shattering the space it occupied. The Demon Moon Mirror spun wildly, tumbling in the air like a fallen green leaf.

From the void came a frail sound resembling a mournful wail. The enormous mirror, once vast in the void, shrank to the size of a palm and continued to tumble uncontrollably.

As the mirror seemed to lose control, a green cloud appeared above it.

The green cloud solidified into a massive hand, solid and tangible.

This was Green Essence-Zi’s doing—he could no longer restrain himself. When the Golden Light Ancestor announced he was preparing to strike, Green Essence-Zi had already tightly secured his lord’s precious treasure within his broad sleeve, while forming hand seals with his other hand.

Seeing the black light that seemed to carry the power to destroy all, his heart trembled and his grip on the treasure tightened. Although two hundred li away from the arrow’s origin, he could still feel the terrifying killing aura.

The destructive momentum that shattered the void and pierced everything deeply shook him. He worried for the Demon Moon Mirror—what kind of treasure could withstand such an arrow?

At this moment, he gained a clear understanding of the might of the great shamans of the Witch Clan. He reflected on how remarkable it was that Nanluo had escaped death when besieged by two great shamans working in concert.

But his worry was short-lived; the Demon Moon Mirror did not shatter beneath the black arrow’s power. Instead, it merely tumbled and spun.

The moment the mirror’s true form appeared, Green Essence-Zi was utterly captivated. To him, this Demon Moon Mirror was far superior to the one he possessed—both in appearance and in aura—by a hundredfold.

There was no comparison. He could not afford to hesitate even for a moment. Immediately, he unleashed his magical ability, the Spirit-Hand Technique, reaching out toward the tumbling mirror soaring high into the sky.

He was certain the mirror was ownerless now. No one could maintain their divine consciousness within a treasure under the assault of that arrow without being scattered. He himself could not hope to do so. This was the first time he had witnessed such a naked, killing-focused divine arrow technique.

The Golden Light Ancestor’s eyes narrowed, golden light swirling within them. The gentle warmth, serenity, and inscrutable depth that usually surrounded him had vanished, replaced by a sharp, cutting presence. He seemed poised to contend with the black radiance, or perhaps to rival the Azure-Faced Sword that had just shattered the black banner.

Yet he remained motionless. The Eagle King’s face was ashen, his robe rippling as though stirred by an unseen wind. His piercing gaze fixed on the void as if it were solid matter, yet he too did not move—only his robe fluttered noisily atop the mountain.

Only Green Essence-Zi acted. Summoning the green cloud, he swiftly scooped the Demon Moon Mirror into its grasp.

The moment the mirror entered the green hand, he rejoiced wildly, immediately sensing the mirror’s faint struggle. He hastily bound it with all the forbidden spells he knew.

With a flash, he vanished into the void.

To the mountain demons watching, the giant green hand suddenly dissipated like light smoke, spreading thinly across the void. Yet the Demon Moon Mirror wrapped within it had vanished without a trace.

The Golden Light Ancestor cast a faint glance, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, carrying a hint of disdain.