102: Chapter 102 The Mirror of Illusion Appears: The Price of Staring Directly into the Abyss!

"Senior, I am Mo Wentian of the Tianji Pavilion, here to pay my respects!"

The voice was clear and bright, penetrating the wooden door and stirring echoes within the small courtyard.

Su Changge's heart suddenly stopped.

Tianji Pavilion!

As expected, they were coming for him!

He desperately tightened every muscle in his face, absolutely refusing to let even a hint of terror show.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at his hand.

The hand holding the teacup was already shaking so fast it was a blur.

This won't do!

How could a Master's hand shake!

A flash of inspiration struck Su Changge's mind. He let his wrist sway rhythmically, making the ripples in the cup look like a profound Cultivation Technique he was intentionally performing.

He was using the tea as a medium to sense some Unspeakable rhythm of Heaven and Earth.

Yes, exactly like that.

Outside the door, Mo Wentian waited for a long time, but the courtyard remained deathly silent.

His brows furrowed slightly, yet there wasn't a hint of impatience in his heart.

How could a Mortal presume to speculate on the actions of a Master?

The more the other party acted this way, the more it proved their Realm was unfathomably deep.

He bowed again, lowering his posture even further.

"This Junior has taken the liberty of visiting. If I have disturbed you, I hope Senior can be magnanimous."

"I heard Senior was preaching Dao here, triggering phenomena of Heaven and Earth. This Junior yearned for it and traveled all the way from the distant Central State just to catch a glimpse of Senior's elegant demeanor."

The words were extremely polite, yet every word hid a sharp edge.

It was both flattery and a probe.

Inside the courtyard, Su Changge remained deathly still.

What should he say?

"Hello, hello, welcome"?

Or "Brother, you've got it wrong, I'm just a fraud"?

Opening his mouth would reveal a flaw!

Silence was the only answer.

He simply drained the cold tea in his cup to suppress the dryness in his throat, then slowly turned around and looked toward the door through that thin wooden barrier.

He did nothing.

He just quietly 'watched.'

Outside the door, Mo Wentian suddenly felt an invisible gaze penetrate everything and land on him.

That gaze had no weight, no pressure.

Yet it peeled away his flesh, pierced through his Divine Soul, and illuminated all his pride and calculations with absolute clarity.

Under that gaze, the cultivation he was so proud of and the reputation he held across the Central State were as small as a grain of dust.

It was a kind of... look a god gives when looking down upon an ant.

Cold, indifferent, without a trace of emotion.

Mo Wentian's mind shook violently, and his Dao Heart nearly shattered on the spot.

The two Nascent Soul Old Monsters behind him turned pale, their protective spiritual light activating automatically as if facing a great enemy!

Having lived for over a thousand years, they had never felt this way before.

The opponent clearly hadn't moved an inch, yet they couldn't even summon a thought of resistance.

"Playing tricks!"

Mo Wentian was, after all, the Young Lord of Tianji Pavilion; his Heart-Nature was resilient.

He forcibly broke free from that fear of losing his soul, and his eyes instantly became fierce.

He didn't believe it!

He didn't believe such a terrifying existence truly existed in this world!

All mystery stems from the unknown!

As long as that veil is lifted, even the strongest god is just a ghost that bleeds!

"Since Senior is unwilling to grant guidance, then this Junior will have to offend you!"

Mo Wentian wasted no more words.

He flipped his palm, and an ancient bronze treasure mirror appeared in his hand.

Eerie light flowed over the mirror's surface, its edges engraved with ancient totems of the sun, moon, and stars, emitting a terrifying aura that saw through falsehood and pointed directly to the Origin.

"A Half-Immortal Artifact—the delusion-breaking mirror!"

One of the Protecting Elders behind him lost his voice in a low cry.

This was the treasure of the Tianji Pavilion!

Rumor had it that once this mirror appeared, no matter what Divine Ability or disguise one used, they would have nowhere to hide under the mirror's light, revealing their truest skeletal age and cultivation!

The nemesis of all pretenders in the world!

"Young Lord, you mustn't!" the other elder hurriedly tried to stop him.

Using such a treasure to shine directly upon an unfathomable existence was an irreconcilable provocation!

"It's fine!"

Mo Wentian's eyes were resolute.

"Today, I will see the 'true face' of this Senior!"

He roared, frantically pouring all his spiritual power into the delusion-breaking mirror!

Buzz—!

A beam of blinding light that defied description shot out from the mirror, ignoring the courtyard walls and shining straight toward the seated figure inside!

It's over!

The moment the light flared, everything before Su Changge's eyes turned white.

His Qi Refining First Layer was about to be exposed!

My life is forfeit!

He had already started thinking about the steps required to have his bones ground and ashes scattered.

However, the instant before the mirror's light touched his body.

[Root-level investigative attack detected!]

[System defense mechanism triggered!]

[Clearing all reserved emotion points...]

[Temporarily disabling 'Materialization' function...]

[Temporarily disabling System Mall...]

[Energy conversion initiated... Constructing 'Unspeakable' information barrier...]

A series of prompts, so rapid they were impossible to read clearly, flashed frantically in his mind.

Su Changge felt his body instantly drained, then filled with something cold, chaotic, and incomprehensibly terrifying.

Outside.

Mo Wentian stared fixedly at the surface of the delusion-breaking mirror.

He wanted to see the other's panicked face, to see the mirror reveal a laughable cultivation of 'Qi Refining' or 'Foundation Establishment'!

However, there was nothing in the mirror.

No figure.

No skeletal age.

No cultivation.

In the mirror's surface, there was only an absolute darkness capable of swallowing light and sanity.

That darkness was writhing, breathing.

In the deepest part of the darkness, it seemed countless eyes beyond dimensions were slowly opening.

The most primitive Chaos from the birth of the Universe was letting out a silent shriek.

It was disorder, madness, taboo!

With just a single glance through the mirror, Mo Wentian felt his sanity being torn to shreds, his Divine Soul gripped by an invisible giant hand, about to be dragged into that eternal abyss of madness!

"Ah—!"

He let out a shrill scream that didn't sound human.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound rang out.

The Half-Immortal Artifact delusion-breaking mirror, claimed to be unbreakable and capable of piercing anything, cracked without warning.

In the next instant, the cracks spread frantically like a spiderweb!

Bang!

Under Mo Wentian's terrified gaze, the delusion-breaking mirror exploded into a cloud of dust!

Poof!

Mo Wentian felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and he spat out a spray of blood.

Two lines of shocking bloody tears flowed from his eyes.

He stumbled back dozens of steps and collapsed onto the ground, his whole body shaking like a sieve, his face showing nothing but extreme, pure terror.

"Im... impossible..."

He looked at the debris covering the ground, his teeth chattering wildly.

The two Protecting Elders were also frightened out of their wits by this sudden turn of events.

The treasure of the pavilion... shattered?

Just because... he tried to take a look at that person's true face?

"Protect the Young Lord!"

One of the elders finally reacted, his terrifying Late Nascent Soul Stage aura exploding as he prepared to attack the small courtyard.

"Don't move!"

Mo Wentian used his last ounce of strength to let out a beast-like hoarse roar, tightly grabbing the elder's sleeve.

"Nobody move!"