Staying Alive Cautiously in the Celestial Realm and Becoming the Strongest

The Mandarin Duck Mirror, Wang Chen had mastered it far too well.

He himself possessed two sets of Mandarin Duck Mirrors, one of which was the highly advanced Ten-hour Mirror, capable of maintaining its effect for ten hours once activated.

In the past, when Wang Chen was excavating secret passages, he would set up Mandarin Duck Mirrors to keep track of the situation above ground.

Therefore, he was extremely familiar with the characteristics of the Mandarin Duck Mirrors.

Upon searching this mine tunnel previously, Wang Chen felt as though he was being watched.

Although this feeling was very faint and he could not pinpoint its source, he was certain that it was not an illusion.

Wang Chen was very confident and trusting in his own perception abilities.

But at that time, he did not investigate the source; instead, he had completed the search of the entire mine tunnel and then made a surprise return attack.

This time, with his Divine Sense fully expanded, Wang Chen immediately noticed something amiss.

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The camouflage of the Mandarin Duck Mirror was undoubtedly very strong; otherwise, if it could be easily detected, such a magic artifact would lose its reason for existence. Under normal circumstances, not to mention Qi Cultivation cultivators, even those at the Purple Mansion Tier would find it difficult to see through it easily.

However, the strength of Wang Chen's Divine Soul far exceeded that of his peers, and his perception was especially sharp.

He had just unearthed a secret hidden within this mine.

The question was, who had placed the Mandarin Duck Mirror here, and for what purpose?

Wang Chen stared coldly at the Mandarin Mirror in his hand, as if he could see through to the other side where someone might be watching him with a similar gaze.

Crack!

The valuable magic artifact shattered into pieces in his hands!

At the same time, Wang Chen lifted his right foot and stomped down hard.

Boom!

The floor of the mine tunnel shook violently, and dust fell in torrents.

Under Wang Chen's foot, a deep crater had formed.

Found it!

Wang Chen's eyes swept over, and he instantly noticed something odd on the right rock wall.

Without a second thought, he struck out with his palm.

Thud!

Following a muffled sound, the thick rock wall was forcefully shattered by Wang Chen's palm strength, revealing a pitch-black hole, a secret passage leading to the depths below.

Wang Chen immediately invoked his mana, bestowing upon himself the Heavy Light Shield Armor.

Heavy Light Shield Armor was a Purple Mansion Tier body protection spell, an advanced skill of the Spirit Light Shield Armor. After practicing this spell, his experience points were frequently boosted, and he had now reached the Grandmaster realm.

This was also why Wang Chen dared to risk danger alone; should he encounter higher-tier Purple Mansion cultivators, he was confident he could retreat with his whole body intact, even if outmatched.

With layers of Spiritual Light enveloping him, Wang Chen flashed into the secret passage.

There were no Luminous Stone lamps to illuminate this secret passage, and upon descending, one could not even see their hand before them, but Wang Chen relied on his own Spiritual Light, which was sufficient to cast light in darkness, moving as swiftly as an arrow released from its bow.

The passage went straight down, extending nearly a hundred zhang deep, before suddenly opening up!

An underground cavern instantly unfolded before Wang Chen's eyes.

At the same time, a strong scent of blood assaulted him, causing him to involuntarily hold his breath.

In the center of the cavern, there was a five-zhang square Blood Pool.

The blood plasma within churned, with countless white skeletal remains appearing to desperately struggle within.

Above the Blood Pool, a dense Qi-Blood rose and twisted, producing a spectacle both intimidating and horrifying to behold.

At the rear of the Blood Pool stood an altar a zhang high.

A pale-faced, beardless, black-robed cultivator was seated cross-legged upon it.

Evil Cultivator? Demon Cultivator?

Wang Chen's eyes flickered, and he formed a spell with his hands, channeling mana when a massive Fire Crow instantly congealed over his palm.

Before Wang Chen could act, the black-robed cultivator suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were blood-red, radiating an indescribable evil and ferocity, as if he were looking at prey that had fallen into a trap.

As soon as Wang Chen's gaze met the other's, he immediately felt as if a boundless sea of blood was bearing down on him.

It was as if he could hear the wailing and howling of countless tormented souls in his ears!

At the same moment, a cold and chill aura spread over, attempting to engulf him.

However, Wang Chen snorted coldly and raised his hand to thrust a sword finger at the black-robed cultivator.

Instantly, he unleashed a fierce and unparalleled Geng Metal Qi energy.

The mana-incarnated Fire Crow soared high, then suddenly dived down towards the sacrificial altar.

Whether the opponent was an evil cultivator or a demon cultivator, there was no possibility of peace between them. It was either you die or I perish, so there was no need for any superfluous words—striking with full force was the only option.

Facing Wang Chen's attack, the black-robed cultivator slammed his palms down immediately.

With a "whoosh," a stream of blood surged from the Blood Pool in front of him, transforming into a screen of blood that just managed to fend off Wang Chen's Geng Metal Qi energy and the Fire Crow.

Pfft! Pfft!

The enormous Fire Crow exploded violently, and the myriad flames were enveloped and dissolved by the blood screen into nothingness.

Although the Geng Metal Qi energy had pierced through the thick blood screen, its power was reduced by at least ninety percent, and by the time it reached the black-robed cultivator, he scattered it with a swipe of his palm.

"Suppress!"

The black-robed cultivator shouted fiercely and lifted his right palm to strike at Wang Chen from a distance.

The next moment, a mass of dark red blood plasma flew out of the Blood Pool, and in the blink of an eye, it materialized into a huge bloody hand that harshly slammed down at Wang Chen from above.

At the same time, white and ghastly skulls flew out of the blood curtain, their eyes flickering with ghostly fire as their jaws opened and closed, emitting piercing, soul-grabbing shrieks as they lunged at Wang Chen.

Wang Chen stood unmoving, facing the descending bloody hand and the oncoming skulls, he blasted out with both fists.

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His fists gathered all of his strength, his mana roiled and his Qi-Blood churned within him; a faint reddish-golden light enveloped his body, making him appear as if he were cast from bronze and gold, towering and fierce like a Vajra with glaring eyes.

Boom!

The blood hand struck by the black-robed cultivator instantaneously crumbled under the force of the fist energy, and the skulls were turned into powder at the same time.

The formidable fist energy swept forward like a tempest, crashing into the Blood Pool and the sacrificial altar.

Seeing the tide turning against him, the black-robed cultivator immediately fortified himself with a Blood Light Shield.

Still, under the bombardment of the Vajra Fist energy, he was like struck by a hammer weighing ten thousand pounds, his body involuntarily shifted back five feet, almost falling off the altar.

The Blood Pool trembled violently, and a large hole was blasted through the blood curtain above.

It was a precarious situation!

The black-robed cultivator was greatly shocked and immediately crushed a blood-red skull hanging from his chest.

"Die!"

A swath of blood blades flew out, covering a distance of over a hundred steps in an instant.

Even with Wang Chen's quick reflexes, he was unable to dodge in time and was struck in the chest by the blood blades.

Hisss!

Wang Chen's Body Protection Magical Armor was immediately torn open with a large gash, and the blood blade, thin as a cicada's wing, penetrated and slit open his robe, leaving a faint trace of blood across his chest.

Wang Chen staggered back three large steps as if struck by thunder.

Each step left deep footprints on the ground.

He swayed and then finally regained stability.

Impossible!

Witnessing this scene, the black-robed cultivator opened his eyes wide in disbelief, his mouth twitching involuntarily.

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