Chapter 6: Mirror Sect’s Handiwork (Part 3)

Inside the cellar, an evil aura permeated the air.

Lin Fan and Su Wanqing proceeded with caution. The cellar was dark and damp, with several crystals emitting a dark red glow embedded in the stone walls, eerily illuminating the path ahead.

The ground beneath their feet faintly shimmered with a layer of sticky, damp bloodstains, which made one shudder.

"These… are they the blood of living people?!" Su Wanqing's pupils constricted slightly, and her face turned a shade paler.

Lin Fan's expression was heavy: "The evil arts of the Mirror Sect are truly cruel; it seems they are conducting some kind of sacrifice or forbidden technique here."

A low, chanting sound could be faintly heard from ahead, exuding a chilling, eerie feeling.

The two exchanged a glance, carefully approached a corner, and peered around it.

They saw a massive Formation embedded in the center of the ground, its runes emitting a faint red light. Dozens of Mirror Sect Cultivators sat cross-legged around the Formation, chanting incantations.

In the center of the Formation, several Cultivators with tattered clothes were imprisoned within a pillar of light, their faces pained, their eyes vacant, as if their consciousness was being devoured.

"This is their evil art for rewriting wills!" Lin Fan whispered, his fists clenching slightly.

Su Wanqing lowered her voice, her tone filled with urgency: "We must stop them; we cannot let this Formation be completed! Otherwise, these people will become nothing more than walking corpses, mere Puppets."

Lin Fan nodded, his gaze sharp: "Prepare for battle!"

Meanwhile, the battle outside had become increasingly intense.

Left Sword Envoy Yun Che and Right Sword Envoy Qi Mo had already charged into the enemy ranks; sword light crisscrossed, and waves of Qi surged.

Right Sword Envoy Qi Mo's swordsmanship was fierce, cutting down enemies like a raging storm, while Left Sword Envoy Yun Che's figure was elusive, following like a shadow, distracting a large number of enemies.

"Left Sword Envoy Yun Che, there are too many of these guys! I'm afraid we can't hold them off for long!" Right Sword Envoy Qi Mo said, panting, his gaze sweeping over the Mirror Sect Cultivators continuously surging in from all sides.

Left Sword Envoy Yun Che wiped the sweat from his face and said in a deep voice: "Hold on! Lin Fan and the others need time."

On the high ground behind them, Yin Miaoxue plucked the strings of her zither, and ripples of spiritual power rapidly covered the battlefield.

Her zither music contained healing and buffing effects; the wounds on Left Sword Envoy Yun Che and Right Sword Envoy Qi Mo were constantly healing, and their spiritual power remained replenished.

Princess Hu Qinlan raised her spiritual flute, the melody blending into the zither music like flowing water, amplifying Yin Miaoxue's effects and forming a powerful supportive force.

Princess Jin Xuan wandered the edges of the battlefield; whenever an enemy rushed toward Yin Miaoxue or Princess Hu Qinlan, her golden sword light would streak across the sky like a meteor, instantly repelling the enemy.

"You two, focus on controlling the support! I will hold this defensive line!" Princess Jin Xuan shouted coldly, her eyes sharp.

Inside the cellar, the battle erupted!

Lin Fan made the first move, suddenly unleashing Void Sword Qi, which struck the Mirror Sect Cultivators in the Formation like several sharp beams of light from all directions.

For a moment, the chanting abruptly stopped, and the red light in the Formation flickered significantly.

"Who goes there?!" The Mirror Sect Cultivators reacted, looking up one after another, glaring fiercely at Lin Fan and Su Wanqing.

A flash of silver light shone in Su Wanqing's hand, and runes drifted from her fingertips, transforming into several silver-white sword shadows that shot directly toward the enemies.

"How dare you destroy the Mirror Sect Formation, you are courting death!" The leading Mirror Sect Elder roared, raising his hand as a surge of black-red mist rushed straight at Lin Fan.

Lin Fan snorted coldly, instantly erecting a Void Barrier to block the mist outside. He brandished his heavenly dao divine weapon, and with a shake of the silver longsword, the blade erupted with dazzling light, instantly slashing toward the Elder!

"Get out of my way!" Lin Fan shouted, his Sword Qi erupting, and the Elder was directly forced back several zhang, spitting blood.

Su Wanqing quickly laid down restraining runes at the edge of the Formation to stop it from continuing to operate.

"Lin Fan, hurry! I can't hold it for long!" Su Wanqing cried out, fine beads of sweat already seeping from her forehead.

Lin Fan's gaze tightened as he charged into the enemy crowd, his sword light like a Dragon, successively cutting down the Cultivators attempting to approach Su Wanqing.

The battle outside gradually reached a fever pitch.

Although Left Sword Envoy Yun Che and Right Sword Envoy Qi Mo fought tenaciously, the number of enemies was too high, and the two gradually showed signs of fatigue.

Yin Miaoxue's face went pale, and her zither music paused: "Oh no! Their strength is reaching its limit!"

Princess Hu Qinlan immediately accelerated the melody of her flute, attempting to buy more endurance for the two.

Princess Jin Xuan gritted her teeth, her figure transforming into golden light as she moved rapidly through the enemy ranks: "Lin Fan! You two need to hurry!"

Deep inside the cellar.

The light of the Formation gradually dimmed, and as Lin Fan struck the final sword blow to sever the core rune, the Formation finally collapsed!

"Ah—!" The Mirror Sect Cultivators screamed one after another as the power of the Formation backlashed against their bodies.

Su Wanqing slumped to the ground, letting out a long sigh of relief: "We succeeded…"

Lin Fan quickly helped her up, his gaze scanning the surroundings coldly: "We cannot stay here long; I fear the battle outside is also nearing its limit, we must evacuate immediately!"

The two quickly left the cellar and headed straight for the battlefield outside to regroup with their teammates.

The originally intense battlefield became one-sided after Lin Fan joined.

The Mirror Sect Cultivators abandoned their armor and weapons, fleeing into the distance.

Left Sword Envoy Yun Che wiped the blood from his face and said, panting: "The power of the Mirror Sect is truly eerie; fortunately, Brother Lin's Heavenly Dao power restrained them. What do we do next, Brother Lin?"

Lin Fan pondered for a moment: "We will first report this matter to Great Elder Situ Qian, then find a way to completely eradicate the source of the Mirror Sect's evil arts."

Just as everyone was preparing to return to Tianji Pavilion to report the important information they had just obtained to Great Elder Situ Qian.

Suddenly, the sky turned dark, and the clouds gathered rapidly as if torn apart by an invisible hand; an eerie aura permeated the air.

"Young Master, look!" Princess Hu Qinlan exclaimed, pointing into the distance.

Everyone looked up and saw a massive mirror appearing in mid-air.

The mirror was pitch black, its surface twisting and flowing as if it were connected to another world.

The suffocating pressure enveloped everyone present like a mountain.

"This mirror…" Lin Fan's heart sank suddenly.

He was all too familiar with this eerie mirror.

The first time, it abducted Lin Yue.

The second time, it blocked Lin Fan from destroying the giant warship and took away a large group of highly talented students from the Future Engineering Academy.

And now, this eerie mirror had appeared here once again.

Su Wanqing's expression was solemn, and she said softly: "Lin Fan, this mirror and the Mirror Sect's stronghold likely have a direct connection."

Yin Miaoxue frowned slightly, a trace of anger appearing on her cold, beautiful face: "We must destroy it! If such a thing continues to exist, it will only cause more disasters!"

"Wait!" Lin Fan raised his hand to stop everyone from acting rashly, his gaze fixed intently on the surface of the mirror.

Within the mirror's surface, a blurry human face faintly emerged, filled with ferocity and evil, as if mocking Lin Fan.

"Lin Fan…" A hoarse, cold voice emanated from the mirror, echoing in everyone's ears like a ghost.

Lin Fan's pupils constricted, and he shouted coldly: "Who exactly are you? Why do you obstruct me again and again?"