"Human, Master Ao Xiao will tear you to pieces!"
"You have no idea what you are facing—he is the greatest being in the wolf tribe's history, the only one to awaken the Heavenly Wolf bloodline!"
"Kill me!"
"Just kill me!"
In a valley closely hemmed in by mountains, these crude words of human speech roared ceaselessly.
Eventually, they dissolved into nothing but pure wolf howls.
Suspended cross-legged in midair, Luo Chen watched it quietly.
Only after a long silence did he utter two words:
"Noisy."
Then, the incantation he had been preparing for some time slowly activated.
From every direction, massive mirrors of water emerged.
Within the water mirrors, figures of maidens resembling banished immortals danced gracefully, their waists swaying to gentle song.
This was Mirror Flower, Water Moon cast at full power.
Looking at the water mirrors, a brief daze flickered across the eyes of the Tier 3 Grey Leaf Wolf King. But it shook its head violently, struggling to break free.
Yet as Luo Chen continued forming hand seals, layering his surging magic power, a full, round moon appeared within the mirrors.
Facing that full moon, the Grey Leaf Wolf King let out a soft howl despite itself.
The singing, dancing immortals continually shifted, eventually transforming into soul-soothing blossoms.
The wolf king reached out a claw to touch the flowers.
The flowers scattered, the water rippled, and the full moon shattered.
The wolf king grew furious!
It was about to roar.
Yet fresh flowers in the mirror and moons in the water arose endlessly, soothing it once more.
An illusion art!
Once trapped within it, there was no end!
Luo Chen strained to sustain the illusion while splitting his attention to summon his attribute panel. Seeing that the proficiency had finally crawled up by one point, he knew his approach was correct!
...
Inside a brand-new palace that carried a fresh fragrance, Luo Chen quietly listened to Xing Zonghan report on the situation at the front.
Half a year had passed since the major defeat on the front line.
Having suffered a loss, the Luoyun Sect side did not launch a reckless, large-scale counteroffensive. Instead, they systematically deployed cultivators from all quarters. No longer attempting to strike deep into the heart of the Howling Wolf Court, they adopted the opposite approach, clearing out the large and small spirit veins across the Howling Moon Mountain Range one by one.
Wherever demon beasts congregated, the area was swept clean.
Even though the major Golden Core sects had their eyes on Tier 3 spirit veins, under these orders, they had no choice but to comply.
It was said that Master Cheng Yan of the Luoyun Sect had slightly modified the rules: territory would no longer belong to whoever conquered it; instead, rewards would be distributed according to merit once the new region was secured, and land would be parcelled out based on contributions.
Some were dissatisfied, but with the painful precedent of the Five Sects' defeat and the heavy casualties suffered by the Sword-Wielding Hall, any discontent was suppressed.
Upon hearing this intelligence, Luo Chen showed a thoughtful expression.
This was the strategy of "encircling the cities from the countryside"!
Swallow up the smaller territories first, then concentrate their advantages to destroy the core strength of the Howling Wolf Court.
This was completely different from their previous blitzkrieg strategy of crushing the Howling Moon Range in one fell swoop.
Under this approach, cultivator casualties were finally kept under control.
Even though the Howling Wolf Court had learned human military tactics, the battle line was stretched thin. With their absolute strength inferior to the humans, they could only watch helplessly as they were chipped away.
"During this period, the Howling Wolf Court dispatched several relief units led by Demon Kings and centered around Tier 2 demon beasts. However, our scouts discovered them in advance, and they were either ambushed or divided and wiped out..."
This was besieging a point to strike at reinforcements.
It was generally used against high-value targets.
Since the Howling Wolf Court had dared to lure enemies deep into an ambush, the Luoyun Sect naturally could use the tactic of besieging a point to wipe out their effective strength.
"Battle after battle, quite a few formidable experts have emerged on the front lines."
"Most of them, however, belong to the great sects!"
"For instance, Lin Qingxuan of the Jade Cauldron Sword Sect once wielded a single sword alone, killing one and wounding another. There is also Master Wei Wuya of Motian Cliff, who led a team to intercept an army formed around a late-stage Tier 3 wolf king; he personally struck, smashing that late-stage wolf king to death with a single palm. He was even personally praised by True Lord Han Zhan, who declared he is certain to form a Nascent Soul within a century!"
"Oh, and Hundred Blossoms Palace, which is fighting under the banner of the Joyous Union Sect. That long-secluded Ancestor Taohua took action as well. I witnessed that battle myself. Peach blossoms filled the sky, their fragrance like musk and blood; the demon wolves became entranced upon catching the scent and died instantly upon touching the petals. It was utterly uncanny!"
Listening to these reports, Luo Chen's mind gradually settled.
He asked about Cen Qiusheng and the others.
The response brought good news as well.
Although Cen Qiusheng had been injured in a skirmish, it was only a minor wound.
The cultivators of the Luotian Alliance under his command had suffered some casualties, but they remained within an acceptable range.
The only lamentable loss was a rising talent of the Luotian Sect who had unfortunately perished.
Luo Chen vaguely recalled the person's name, but was not particularly familiar with him. That disciple had reached Foundation Establishment during the time Luo Chen was in secluded cultivation forming his Core, so they had had little contact.
"Continue keeping watch on the front-line intelligence!"
"Understood!"
After Xing Zonghan departed, the urgency in Luo Chen's heart finally eased somewhat.
That the Luoyun Sect was no longer acting recklessly was good news.
At least the casualty rate of cultivators could be kept in check.
When he returned to the battlefield three years from now, they would likely have established an absolute advantage.
At that point, he would just need to go through the motions.
Relaxing did not mean Luo Chen's cultivation paused.
A month ago, his body had fully adapted to the Yinwei Formation. As a result, he could once again cultivate at full capacity.
Before that, whether casting spells or absorbing spiritual energy, he had needed to proceed with utmost caution, fearing he might disrupt the integration of the formation patterns.
That was also why he had left the auction so early back then.
He truly had had no desire to involve himself in pointless strife.
In that state, getting into a fierce brawl was out of the question.
Returning to his cave abode, Luo Chen sat cross-legged and first checked his attribute panel.
The progress of Mirror Flower, Water Moon had jumped by a full hundred points, leaving him less than four hundred points of proficiency away from Great Perfection.
This was all thanks to that Tier 3 wolf king acting as his sparring partner!
*Those one million spirit stones were well worth it!*
*Not only is it an excellent sparring partner, but if I can tame it and enslave it with the Myriad Beast Scripture, the Luotian Sect will gain another mountain-guarding spirit beast.*
*Still, after being tormented by my illusion art like that, the Grey Leaf Wolf King's mind has already deteriorated significantly. Its strength will probably drop sharply.*
Luo Chen shook his head, choosing not to dwell on the matter.
Forming the hand seal for the Burning Wood True Art, the magic power inside him circulated, generating a tremendous suction force that began greedily drinking in the worldly spiritual energy outside.
...
Three months later.
A streak of light soared into the sky from the Luotian Great Hall at Snow Wolf Flat.
After circling once, it sped straight toward Broken Moon Immortal City.
Word had arrived from the Wanbao Tower.
His flight-wing magic treasure had been successfully forged!
...
"Care to try it out?"
"Allow me to refine it first!"
"No need for such trouble. Just establish ownership with a drop of blood."
"A blood-refining method?"
"Establishing ownership with a drop of blood is hardly some heretical blood-refinement art. These wings of yours are meant to be mounted upon your body and driven by vital energy and blood. Binding them with a drop of blood won't harm the magic treasure's rank or potential in the slightest; on the contrary, it will forge a closer bond between you and the treasure. Only then can you wield them like your own limbs—like giving wings to a tiger!"
Luo Chen was somewhat surprised; he hadn't known such a rationale existed.
Huyan Zhuo didn't mind his ignorance of such common knowledge. Many cultivators from outside the great sects knew nothing of these elementary principles.
He took the opportunity to explain further:
"In fact, a life-bound magic treasure can undergo a triple refinement: binding through blood, tempering with magic power, and nurturing with the soul. Only in this manner can one ensure absolute security, preventing others from easily severing the connection with the master in battle."
"Ordinary magic treasures, on the other hand, are easily destroyed. It is enough to master them to a certain degree; excessive refinement might instead cause a backlash to oneself."
Luo Chen came to a sudden realization!
Indeed, conversing with these sect cultivators who possessed deep heritages always yielded useful tips now and then.
Right before Huyan Zhuo's eyes, Luo Chen squeezed out a drop of essence blood, claiming ownership of the massive pair of wings that spanned fully three zhang when unfolded.
As he performed the binding, Huyan Zhuo introduced the specifics of the magic treasure from the side:
"This is its standard size. Once bound, you can activate the Ruyi Formation to shrink it."
"I know you cultivate a demon transformation art, so this magic treasure's dimensions can also expand further, allowing you to wield it effortlessly even after transforming."
"Per your requirements, this treasure was cast entirely from fire-attribute materials, and its functions are fairly singular. Aside from extreme speed, it carries only one lethal technique: Skyfull of Flaming Feathers."
"Normally, according to our traditions, a magic treasure like this would need to be nurtured in a furnace for at least five years before being considered fully completed. But you were in a rush, so the subsequent nurturing steps will have to fall on your own shoulders."
Luo Chen listened intently to the chatter.
Only when a faint connection formed between himself and the reddish-black wings did he breathe a sigh of relief.
"Let me test it out, and then I will settle the final payment!"
Huyan Zhuo nodded with a beaming smile, looking rather impatient himself.
Unlike back then when installing the Blazing Cloud Wings had required agonizingly slicing open his ribs, this flight wing of magic treasure grade involved no such ordeal.
With a thought from Luo Chen, the two wings mounted themselves onto his back.
Leaping into the air, he turned into a beam of flowing light and vanished above Broken Moon Immortal City.
A powerful sonic boom tore through the sky in an instant.
The immense blast immediately drew the attention of countless cultivators.
Huyan Zhuo stroked his beard, a smug expression spreading across his face.
If wielded properly by a cultivator, such a treasure would surely make a name for itself in the cultivation world.
When word got out, he, Master Huyan Zhuo, would have another masterpiece to boast of!
Before long, the white-robed Daoist descended above the Wanbao Tower, clothes flapping fiercely in the wind, his face filled with excitement.
Retracting the wings, the Daoist walked straight into the tower.
"Master, does this treasure have a name?"
"Naturally!" Huyan Zhuo said with immense pride. "Its name is quite simple: Broken Moon!"
"Broken Moon Wings?"
Luo Chen murmured the name twice, feeling it suited the item exceedingly well.
Whether because it was crafted in Broken Moon Immortal City or because of its speed, which seemed capable of carrying a cultivator through clouds and piercing the moon, the words "Broken Moon" were a perfect match.
From his brief test just now, his flight speed had surged by nearly fifty percent.
And that was without using full strength.
If he infused magic power on top of his vital energy and blood, it could almost double.
And if he were to unleash the Heavenly Roc True Form, Luo Chen felt that ordinary mid-stage Golden Core cultivators wouldn't even be able to catch him.
Of course, he had never witnessed the flight speed of a late-stage Golden Core cultivator, so he did not know how he would measure up against one.
In short, with this treasure in hand, Luo Chen's confidence had multiplied several times over, filling him with the soaring ambition that the vast Mountain and Sea Realm was his to roam at will.
"Quite satisfied, aren't you?" Huyan Zhuo asked with a grin.
Luo Chen nodded. "Extremely satisfied. As expected of a masterpiece by an artificer master renowned across the East Desolation cultivation world. My thanks to you, Fellow Daoist!"
"No need for thanks!" Huyan Zhuo waved a broad hand. "Business is business; what need is there for thanks?"
Luo Chen was taken aback, asking cautiously, "The price..."
Huyan Zhuo waved his hand once more.
Only this time, his broad palm was held upright right before Luo Chen's face.
Five rough fingers were held up.
Luo Chen's eyes widened. "Five hundred thousand?! Why don't you just rob me?! This is fucking just a low-grade magic treasure!"
"*Cough, cough.* Fellow Daoist, your words are a bit uncouth."
"My apologies!" Luo Chen took a deep breath, having genuinely lost his composure for a moment.
It had nothing to do with his self-cultivation; the price simply exceeded his expectations by far too much.
It was not even remotely consistent with market rates.
Back then at the Tianlan Immortal City auction, a mid-grade magic treasure had sold for only three hundred and fifty thousand.
Now, for a mere low-grade magic treasure—even if he was very pleased with it—charging him five hundred thousand was utterly outrageous.
"Listen to me break it down for you."
Huyan Zhuo's eyes crinkled into slits of laughter.
Counting on his fingers, he listed them out: "First, this is an exotic magic treasure, which naturally commands a premium over ordinary ones."
Luo Chen's brow furrowed.
"Second, to forge this treasure over eight months, I failed three times. You shouldn't expect me to bear the cost of the consumed materials and labor, should you?"
Luo Chen's brow knitted deeper, wrinkling into a tight frown.
"Furthermore, this was a custom commission, tailored specifically for you. It's just like someone specifically hiring you to refine an unfamiliar pill; you wouldn't use ordinary market prices to measure your fee, would you?"
Luo Chen's brow loosened slightly. That... did sound somewhat reasonable?
"Moreover, having tested it, you must have noticed its wondrous quality! This treasure possesses immense potential. It can fully be nurtured as a life-bound magic treasure, a fine base capable of being upgraded in the future."
Luo Chen nodded involuntarily. That was precisely why he had been so thrilled upon returning.
The quality of the Broken Moon Wings was far superior to the three magic treasures he currently held.
In fact, even if his damaged Shangshu Cauldron were intact, it might not rival these wings.
Yet on second thought, Luo Chen's expression darkened again.
This Huyan Zhuo was clearly being generous at someone else's expense, using Luo Chen's funds to hone his own smithing craftsmanship!
He remembered clearly that his initial request had merely been for a magic-treasure-grade pair of flight wings that would allow him to cast Ninety Thousand Miles.
The Broken Moon Wings forged now had vastly exceeded specifications.
In between, there must have been Huyan Zhuo failing to keep costs in check purely to create a piece that satisfied himself!
Seeing Luo Chen's expression shifting between dark and light, Huyan Zhuo widened his eyes.
"Oh, right. We are currently in an opening war; a slight rise in prices is only natural! You must know that the raw materials for your Broken Moon Wings came from an Infernal Flame Black Phoenix, containing a wisp of phoenix power. That cost, well..."
Luo Chen bared his teeth.
In the cultivation world, there were countless demon beasts with "phoenix" in their names; not all of them could possibly carry a trace of phoenix power!
A phoenix was a True Spirit-level entity; how could it be so cheap?
Huyan Zhuo didn't care whether he believed it or not, resting his hands behind his back.
"Lastly, my reputation as Huyan Zhuo must be worth quite a few spirit stones on its own!"
Luo Chen opened his mouth, but in the end could only nod dejectedly.
He had finally realized something!
The outside world claimed Huyan Zhuo had an eccentric temper. Now it seemed whether he was eccentric was hard to say, but when it came to talking business, he was thoroughly articulate and seasoned.
Whatever happened to being a scholarly researcher devoted entirely to the craft of forging?
"*Sigh,* Fellow Daoist, you don't have to force yourself. If you genuinely find it too expensive, you can simply return it. A mere drop of essence blood—I have plenty of ways to undo it. When the time comes, putting it up for auction..."
"Fine, I'll pay!"
With a helpless look, Luo Chen began retrieving spirit stones from his storage ring.
He had paid a fifty-thousand deposit before, so he only needed to pay another four hundred and fifty thousand now.
However!
Just as he was about to hand over the spirit stones, his hand suddenly paused.
Huyan Zhuo blinked. "Is there still a problem?"
Luo Chen tentatively asked, "You mentioned you failed three times earlier. Are there any defective pieces left that are still somewhat usable?"
The old man was dumbfounded.
Even scraps like that—a renowned master alchemist like you is still eyeing them?!
...
"Master, your work is truly magnificent! This transaction could easily rank among the top three in the sales history of low-grade magic treasures in our Tianfan City!"
Ren Gui excitedly flattered him from the side.
Huyan Zhuo sipped his immortal tea, looking thoroughly self-satisfied.
"I didn't rip him off!"
"Even if those Broken Moon Wings aren't worth five hundred thousand, they are worth at least three to four hundred thousand. They are not inferior to ordinary mid-grade magic treasures, and their potential is enormous."
"As for what height they can reach in the future, it depends on how much effort Danchenzi is willing to spend nurturing them."
Ren Gui nodded repeatedly, playing along with everything his master said.
Setting down his teacup, Huyan Zhuo smacked his lips. "Speaking of which, this Danchenzi's wealth is truly substantial. When others form their Core, their pockets are often cleaner than their faces. He, on the other hand, collects materials for a life-bound magic treasure and pours massive sums into building his sect's spiritual grounds."
"Master, not long ago, he even spent one million spirit stones at the immortal city auction to buy a Tier 3 wolf king!"
Huyan Zhuo clicked his tongue in admiration. "Indeed, a Golden Core cultivator with such immense wealth is truly rare; only those great late-stage Golden Core cultivators can barely compare to him. Ren Gui, do you think alchemists really make that much money?"
Ren Gui scratched his head. "Not all of them, surely! Just like you, Master—you earned five hundred thousand in eight months. If you factor in the other commissions completed on the side, your earnings in less than a year approach two million. We artificers don't earn little either!"
Huyan Zhuo shook his head. "Foolish boy, that's war profiteering. How could we earn so much normally?"
After a moment's thought, he stopped dwelling on the subject.
Next, he would just wait for Luo Chen to make a name for himself using the Broken Moon Wings.
When that time came, his reputation as the "Father of the Broken Moon Wings" would surely ring louder than ever.
Furthermore, he could use the five-hundred-thousand sale of a low-grade magic treasure to drive his own value even higher.
In the future, when others wanted to commission custom magic treasures from him, he could negotiate from an even stronger position.
...
Leaving the Wanbao Tower, Luo Chen felt a pang of heartache.
Another five hundred thousand gone!
Last time, winning the Tier 3 wolf king had cost one million!
Over these years, he had also spent heavily out of his own pocket on the sect's blessed land.
Add to that Jiang Yu's death and Cen Qiusheng's departure, which meant he had to pay an extra hundred thousand spirit stones every year to cover the deficit in pill ingredients.
Oh, and purchasing the materials needed for his life-bound magic treasure earlier had consumed several hundred thousand spirit stones as well.
Before he had even realized it, of the nearly ten million in liquid capital he once held, only three million remained in his pocket.
And all of it consisted of top-grade and mid-grade spirit stones—strategic resources he was reluctant to spend as mere currency.
He was feeling a bit rattled!
If other Golden Core cultivators knew what he was thinking, they would probably curse him out loud.
Whether an ordinary Golden Core cultivator possessed a million spirit stones across their entire person was questionable.
And here you are, panicking with a massive three million still left?
*Moving forward, aside from investing my own reserves into pill refining, there shouldn't be any other major expenses.*
*I just need to reserve a budget for the Fire Spirit Diamond required for the Hunyuan Cauldron.*
*Fortunately, my finances remain stable!*
Flying through the sky, Luo Chen continually reassured himself.
If push came to shove, selling the batch of demon cores he had stockpiled would recoup a substantial amount.
Upon returning to the Luotian Alliance, Luo Chen did not go straight to his cave abode. Instead, he sent a voice transmission to Zeng Yilong, summoning him over.
"Martial Uncle, did you call for this disciple for something?"
"Nothing major. Your master has been in secluded cultivation for several years; I'm checking your cultivation progress on his behalf."
While Zeng Yilong waited nervously, Luo Chen extended his divine sense to inspect Zeng Yilong's physical constitution thoroughly.
Only after a long while did he retract his divine sense with satisfaction.
"Not bad. Though your progress has been rather swift, your foundation is very solid."
"In that case, you are ready to cultivate that Tier 3 flight spell."
Zeng Yilong hesitated. "Is it the flight spell named Ninety Thousand Miles that Master mentioned?"
"Yes. Strictly speaking, it is actually a body art."
"But doesn't cultivating that spell require practicing the Heavenly Roc Transformation first?"
Luo Chen smiled and shook his head. "It is hardly that rigid. The only true restriction to cultivating this art is a suitable pair of flight wings. Look, what is this!"
As he spoke, Luo Chen flipped his wrist.
A pair of palm-sized, crimson wings appeared before Zeng Yilong.
"A top-grade magical tool. I have named it..." Luo Chen glanced at Zeng Yilong. "Let's call it the Ascending Dragon Wings!"
Zeng Yilong was stunned at first, then overjoyed.
He immediately fell to his knees.
"Thank you, Martial Uncle, for bestowing this treasure!"
...
Over the next few days, Luo Chen guided Zeng Yilong through the basics of the Tier 3 spell Ninety Thousand Miles.
Once he confirmed the young man had grasped the essentials, he left him to practice on his own, returning to his previous routine.
In the small valley behind the Luotian Alliance, wolf howls echoed endlessly. But with the passage of time, they gradually grew faint.
Eventually, they turned into whimpering sobs.
Two years later.
Inside his cave abode, Luo Chen slowly opened his eyes.
The fluctuations of magic power on his body were surging and turbulent.
"I didn't expect that before the spell I had placed such high hopes on reached completion, my cultivation realm would break through first."
"Second Layer of Golden Core!"
"One hundred and twenty years old. Ten years since exiting seclusion at the first layer back then, I have finally taken a small step forward."
*Phew...*
Luo Chen exhaled a long breath.
This small step had been far too arduous.
Particularly in the early days, he had felt like a headless fly; no matter how well-laid his plans were, he had always felt pressed for time and powerless.
In the subsequent years, he had originally estimated three to four years to break through, but inscribing the formation on his body had cost him an extra year.
Still, he had broken through after all!
Luo Chen closed his eyes and looked inward.
Within his sea of qi, the five-colored Golden Core shone brilliantly, its volume visibly doubled compared to before.
Beneath the Golden Core, a wisp of small green flame swayed with the flow of magic power—the Wither-Bloom Fire he had refined.
Having devoured the life vitality of many demon beasts, this flame had clearly grown considerably stronger, even carrying a faint hint of spirituality.
Its initial Tier 4 grade was truly extraordinary!
Besides that, a pair of wings floated up and down within his sea of qi alongside the surging magic power, like a small bird soaring with the wind.
Toward this magic treasure that had cost him an enormous price, Luo Chen clearly showed greater regard.
Even the Profound Fire Sword and Heavenly Moon Purple Gold Wheel were not worthy of entering his sea of qi for day-and-night refinement, yet the Broken Moon Wings enjoyed this privilege.
Although absorbing his magic power would slightly drag down his cultivation speed, Luo Chen had taken Huyan Zhuo's words to heart.
This magic treasure possessed immense potential!
Since he had already spent the money to buy it, he might as well invest some resources to nurture it properly!
After a brief internal check of his condition, Luo Chen opened his attribute panel again.
His maximum lifespan had indeed changed.
From the previous 402, it had become 422!
"After reaching the Golden Core stage, does every minor realm increase the limit by twenty years?"
"In that case, if I cultivate to Golden Core Great Perfection, won't I have nearly six hundred years of lifespan?"
Luo Chen was somewhat surprised.
He had thought it would be like Foundation Establishment, adding ten years per minor realm.
By that token, his future lifespan limit would be a full hundred years longer than that of a normal Golden Core cultivator!
"Immortality is within sight!"
Luo Chen broke into a broad smile, rarely losing his composure.
When it came to the Great Dao of immortality, maintaining an indifferent mindset was truly difficult.
Glancing at the spells column and seeing [Mirror Flower, Water Moon: Grandmaster 997/1000], the corners of his mouth curled up a bit more.
Sometimes, misfortunes did not come alone.
Yet at other times, good things came in pairs!
After forming his Core, he had rushed about through hardship, exhausting his mind day and night. Now, it was finally time to reap the rewards on all fronts.
He pinched a hand seal.
"Activate!"
Faint black lines surfaced across Luo Chen's body before sinking away.
The turbulent magic power fluctuations caused by his recent breakthrough were instantly masked.
Viewed from an outsider's perspective, Luo Chen appeared to be at the same first layer of Golden Core as before.
This was the wondrous effect of the Tier 3 Yinwei Formation!
Especially now that Luo Chen had inscribed it upon his body, activating and releasing it at will had become even more convenient.
After concealing his magic power fluctuations, Luo Chen headed to the rear mountain once more.
Opening the formation, a massive figure prostrated on the ground immediately came into view.
Noticing the arrival, the Grey Leaf Wolf King actually let out two soft whimpers, like an obedient dog.
Seeing this, Luo Chen couldn't help but curl his lip.
"Diwu Qi claimed you beasts were fellow travelers on the Great Dao just like us. Looking at it now, how can a beast that devours raw meat and wears fur and hide speak of walking the Great Dao?"
Muttering this under his breath, Luo Chen said nothing more to it.
With practiced familiarity, he cast the illusion art.
One could tell the Grey Leaf Wolf King was terrified of this technique, yet once Luo Chen unleashed Mirror Flower, Water Moon, it quickly sank into the illusion again.
Within that mesmerizing dream, it even stretched its posture from time to time, as if rediscovering its majesty as a king of its territory.
This time, Luo Chen did not cast Mirror Flower, Water Moon at full power only once a day as he had before.
Instead, the moment one cast ended, he immediately unleashed the next.
He wanted to push Mirror Flower, Water Moon straight to Great Perfection in one single breath!
When the sun sank behind the western hills and the cold moon hung high in the sky,
the entry for Mirror Flower, Water Moon on the attribute panel trembled slightly, finally settling into stillness.
"*Phew,* after all these years, it is finally complete!"
Luo Chen smiled faintly, gazing at the full moon high in the heavens, feeling unspeakably refreshed.
Yet as he looked, his smile vanished.
Two lines of blood and tears streamed down from his eyes.
A familiar vision traced its way back from his tangled memories.
Luo Chen clamped his hands tightly over his eyes, letting out a low, guttural roar.
Chapter 496