Checking in for 100,000 Years Chapter 1046: Don’t Touch Me, I’ll Bite!

At the threshold of the Yin Yang Cave, a thick, black fog enveloped numerous floating celestial boats. These vessels carried cultivators from various prominent factions, many of whom appeared dispirited, their bodies bearing marks of conflict and their Qi flow erratic. Yet, not a single soul departed. A significant upheaval within the Yin Yang Cave had expelled them all, and now, they were at a loss on how to re-enter. This left factions that had reaped no rewards deeply dissatisfied, reluctant to abandon their vigil. Even the Ten Thousand Monster God Temple, which had secured substantial benefits from their exploration, remained anchored, all awaiting the Yin Yang Cave's reopening.

The void shimmered, and from the cave's entrance, a young man clad in a dark red robe emerged with an air of unflustered calm.

"A God King Expert!"

A wave of dread washed over the cultivators aboard the celestial boats as they detected the aura emanating from the youth in red. Their expressions contorted, their hearts seized by fear.

"No wonder there was a passage before; it seems a God King Expert was indeed within the Yin Yang Cave..." someone whispered.

The Yin Yang Refining Virtual Dragon, exuding an indifferent aura, his hands clasped behind his back, landed opposite the fleet of celestial boats. He surveyed the assembled cultivators, his gaze sweeping over them. He recognized nearly everyone present on the boats. However, concealed by the formidable Shadow Armor, they perceived him as merely a human Divine King Expert.

"Disperse. All opportunities within the Yin Yang Cave have already been claimed by me," the Yin Yang Refining Virtual Dragon declared, his tone devoid of warmth.

"Senior, we journeyed from afar and have yet to seize any opportunities. Might you permit us to re-enter the Yin Yang Cave for another search?" a middle-aged man ventured cautiously from one of the celestial boats.

"Does anyone else harbor similar aspirations?" The Yin Yang Refining Virtual Dragon calmly directed his question towards the others.

"Senior, I too hold that desire!"

"Please, Senior, reopen the Yin Yang Cave!"

"We thank you, Senior!"

The cultivators joined their hands in respectful salutation, their faces alight with fervent anticipation. To a God King Expert, the opportunities he might overlook represented immense fortunes for these cultivators of the Divine Sovereign and Divine Monarch Realms. Thus, a chance to enter the Yin Yang Cave once more was a prospect they desperately embraced.

"Hmph! Insatiable, like a serpent attempting to swallow an elephant! All of you, be gone!" The Yin Yang Refining Virtual Dragon’s expression soured. With a swift sweep of his vast sleeve, a powerful gale instantly materialized. A chorus of agonizing screams erupted from the assembled cultivators as they were swept away without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"Were it not for Lord Ancestor Dragon's timely counsel, I would have already devoured you young cultivators whole!" Observing the now-empty expanse, the Yin Yang Refining Virtual Dragon let out a cold chuckle. He cast his gaze around, selected a direction, and then ascended into the void.

Not long after, another celestial boat approached. It belonged to the Ten Thousand Monster God Temple, carrying Palace Master Cang Ming of the Ninth Hall alongside other disciples.

"Master, their cultivation level is far too low; they must have perished within..." a disciple standing beside Cang Ming remarked with a somber tone.

"I do not believe so." Cang Ming’s expression was grave as he stood poised at the ship's bow, awaiting. Despite his inability to sense them, he harbored an unnervingly strong conviction that the young girl of their shared race had survived.

With the Yin Yang Cave now sealed, entry was impossible, compelling him to wait patiently outside. Fortunately, the God King Expert had just departed, and other factions, intimidated by his power, had already retreated. Cang Ming remained, steadfast in his vigil outside.

Deep within the Yin Yang Cave, Ye Yun clutched the Yin Yang Pearl, diligently absorbing the potent Yin-Yang Energy filling the subterranean space. Perched serenely on his shoulder was an imitation mirror, no larger than a sparrow's egg, maintaining a profound silence.

"Oh, what is that?" Gu Anran, feeling a twinge of boredom, noticed the minuscule, curious mirror, about the size of a fingernail, hovering above Ye Yun's shoulder. Intrigued, she extended her delicate jade hand to touch it.

"Do not touch me, or I shall bite!" A voice, tinged with youthful immaturity, suddenly emanated from the peculiar little mirror.

Bite? Gu Anran froze for a moment, then swiftly retreated a few paces. Astonishment struck her – this tiny mirror actually housed an artifact spirit!

"Senior brother, where did you acquire this mirror?" Gu Anran inquired.

"It was crafted a long time ago..." Ye Yun offered an awkward smile, a hint of embarrassment coloring his explanation as his junior sister had discovered the imitation mirror.

"Senior brother, this little mirror is neither round nor square, and it bears black and white stripes. Why does its appearance seem so peculiar?" Gu Anran questioned with surprise, having examined it closely.

"It was an experimental piece, a flawed creation, hence its somewhat bizarre appearance..."

Ye Yun offered a shrug, his explanation laced with awkwardness.

The Imitation Mirror responded with a silent ellipsis.

In that moment, it felt as if a thousand alpacas were stampeding through its consciousness.

Nevertheless, the master was the master; its directives had to be obeyed.

The imitation mirror harbored a fear of being recalled by its master if it faltered just after its emergence.

Having finally escaped with great effort, it could not afford to make a significant error through its own volition.

To question the master—

That would be an offense beyond pardoning.

"Despite being a flawed creation, I have managed to birth an artifact spirit. Esteemed lady over there, pray do not regard me lightly, okay?"

The imitation mirror let out a chuckle.

"I do not underestimate you. An artifact capable of producing an artifact spirit must, at the very least, be of God-level..."

Gu Anran mused aloud.

"Miss, your assessment is accurate!"

The imitation mirror exclaimed with delight, "Should you ever require assistance, do not hesitate to ask!"

"What exactly can you do?"

Gu Anran inquired, a hint of surprise in her voice.

"I can imitate; I possess the ability to replicate any treasure!"

The imitation mirror declared with a touch of arrogance.

"Imitate?"

Gu Anran paused, a flicker of confusion crossing her features, unfamiliar with the concept of