No matter what happens, they would get through it. They had endured so much along the way, surviving countless dangers unscathed.
"Master…"
Ye Chuxue clung to Gu Qingyuan in terror, struggling to suppress the fear in her heart. She did not even dare to look up at the auspicious clouds again.
Why…
Why was she so afraid?
It felt as if a pair of eyes in the sky were watching her with hostility.
Ye Chuxue buried her head in Gu Qingyuan's embrace, trembling uncontrollably.
Seeing this, Gu Qingyuan's worry deepened. He held her tightly, his own heart growing heavier with unease. No matter how much he comforted her, Ye Chuxue's shaking did not stop...
Only after several minutes, as the seven-colored auspicious clouds gradually dispersed, did Ye Chuxue slowly lift her head.
Her eyes were vacant, her face filled with terror, looking utterly worn out.
"Master!!!"
Ye Chuxue grabbed Gu Qingyuan's hand with desperation.
"Master, don't give up on me. You're all I have left… All I have left…"
...
As the seven-colored clouds faded, the human realm had already undergone a dramatic change. Spiritual energy was everywhere, at least double what it had been before...
Even standing still, the energy seeped into their pores. Many cultivators who had been stuck in their progress suddenly advanced due to the surge of the dragon vein's power.
Spiritual power poured in like a flood.
Those training pushed forward, those crossing tribulations advanced, and even cultivators responsible for cheering were caught up in the excitement.
The scene was incredibly lively.
...
Underground, Song Wanníng held the Three Lives Mirror in her hand, her expression dazed. Though it was still the same mirror, it looked very different, and the aura it emitted was completely changed.
Just holding it stirred a surge of emotion in her that refused to subside. Her right hand burned fiercely, but she did not let go of the mirror, surprised by the change.
Since acquiring the Three Lives Mirror, this was the first time it had shown such an anomaly. She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt something was silently shifting.
This mysterious feeling had no clear reason she could grasp. Her heart beat unevenly before gradually calming down.
"Three Lives Mirror."
Song Wanníng tentatively called out.
The next moment, the mirror burst forth a beam of white light that sucked her primordial soul in an instant. In the blink of an eye, Song Wanníng arrived at an unfamiliar place.
But looking closer, it seemed somewhat familiar.
She frowned and followed a small path forward.
She passed through dense woods and climbed steps until she reached the mountaintop, where she was shocked to realize this was the place where she had obtained the Three Lives Mirror in her past life.
Only now it was far more vibrant and prosperous than before.
Was this the interior of the Three Lives Mirror?
Song Wanníng's gaze roamed around until it fixed on a stone cave atop the mountain.
The aura within was familiar, identical to that of the Three Lives Mirror.
With that thought, she stepped forward and reached the cave entrance three seconds later.
The cave was shallow, only a few centimeters deep, looking barren. But as Song Wanníng approached, a stone tablet suddenly appeared.
The tablet was ancient and simple, exuding the aura of countless years.
Song Wanníng paused, her expression turning serious. Something about this tablet was off.
The aura...
"Wanníng, finally we meet again."
A voice, neither clearly male nor female, came from the tablet— the voice of the Three Lives Mirror.
It carried countless sorrows and sighed softly.
"Ah…"
The sigh was long and drawn-out. Hearing it, Song Wanníng's heart filled with endless regret, making her even more alert.
The Three Lives Mirror could so easily affect her emotions, which was abnormal.
Though the Three Lives Mirror had brought her rebirth, it had never fully accepted her as its master and remained completely free.
If it truly wanted to harm her, it could do so without effort.
Her expression grew heavier, when the stone tablet suddenly laughed lightly.
"Little girl, you and I have been comrades through hardship. Do you really doubt me?"
The teasing tone carried a hint of vitality, no longer as ethereal and distant as before.
"You are—"
Song Wanníng hesitated and asked, still suspicious about the mirror's true identity.
"Why, you spend all day trying to destroy me in your heart, but now that you see me, you don't recognize me?"
The mocking voice shocked Song Wanníng immediately.
Because the one she had spent every day wanting to destroy was none other than the Heavenly Dao!
That biased force pushing her and the male lead to the brink of death.
Before Song Wanníng could react, Xiao Jin had already jumped three meters high.
"You're that damn Heavenly Dao? Then you— you— you—"
How could this be?
Wasn't the Three Lives Mirror the one leading them against the Heavenly Dao all this time?
Xiao Jin's understanding was shaken to the core as he landed on Song Wanníng's shoulder, worriedly watching her expression.
At this moment, Song Wanníng's expression was very cold.
Her aura terrifying.
The demon energy in her heart rose and fell, as if on the verge of losing control.
But Xiao Jin didn't know how to comfort her. If this was all a scheme to toy with its master, he could not imagine how she would react.
Long Ling, who knew little about the Three Lives Mirror, sensed that Song Wanníng's state was off. She quickly stood on Song Wanníng's shoulder, ready to defend against the stone tablet.
Anyone who made her sister unhappy was an enemy!
Yet, while everyone's attention was on Song Wanníng, her mind was in chaos.
Rebelling against the Heavenly Dao had always been her goal.
She had worked hard, and every time she thought of the Three Lives Mirror, she felt grateful.
In her heart, the Three Lives Mirror had always held a significant place, meaning a great deal to her.
Now she was told the Three Lives Mirror was the Heavenly Dao?
Then what was the meaning of everything she had done?
A flood of complex emotions overwhelmed Song Wanníng.
But she quickly regained composure, her gaze turning ice-cold as it fixed on the mirror. mIf it had been playing with her all along, no matter the past favors, she would never let it go.
In front of the cave, the atmosphere grew tense.
The stone tablet sensed the murderous intent in Song Wanníng and sounded pleased.
"Not without reason did I choose you. I like this spirit of yours!"
Song Wanníng was a person who knew justice clearly and never softened her stance. Her resilience was like an indestructible cockroach, never giving up until the very end. That was exactly why it had chosen her. And Song Wanníng had not disappointed it.
"Don't be nervous. Listen carefully."
The Heavenly Dao's voice softened. It cherished its outstanding subjects.
"Do you know of the Heaven Beyond Heaven?"
It first asked Song Wanníng a question, its tone involuntarily serious.
Of course, Song Wanníng had heard of the Heaven Beyond Heaven.