Checking in for 100,000 Years Chapter 1072: Supreme of Seven Kills

"Our Valley of Sky Burial, recognized as the foremost forbidden zone in existence, maintains a revered and autonomous standing, utterly detached from the world's conflicts. Even when the Ancient Clan once swept across the Divine Land, they showed deference and avoided our territory..."

Perched atop a mountain peak, an ancient Supreme articulated these words with a serene yet profoundly majestic tone.

"Indeed. Back then, even the fabled Goddess of the Ancients hesitated to trespass into our Valley of Sky Burial. Yet now, a disciple she trained, a mere Sword Cultivator, dares to intrude. Truthfully... the audacity of this young man is astonishing!"

Another ancient Supreme chimed in, a subtle current of mockery lacing his voice.

"Let us impart a lesson upon him, one that will echo through his entire life!"

The Supreme Seven Kills declared with a cold sneer.

This youth clad in white had the nerve to cause chaos within the very heritage he painstakingly established – an act that was truly unforgivable.

"Very well."

The ancient Supreme presiding over the first peak offered a faint smile before closing his eyes, signifying his assent.

Swish, swish!

The Supreme Seven Kills executed a swift hand seal.

Within the confines of the Valley of Sky Burial, the void power, previously in flux, intensified dramatically at this precise moment.

Countless ethereal ripples materialized from thin air, surging like relentless tidal waves, converging their force upon Ye Yun.

"Curse them, these ancient fools are truly despicable, daring to ambush my master!"

As the illusory ripples surged forward, the Imitation Mirror cried out in indignation and abruptly ascended, expanding to a colossal size and positioning itself directly above Ye Yun's head.

Cascades of black and white light poured down from the mirror's surface.

These illusory ripples, upon contact with the overlapping black and white luminescence, were unexpectedly neutralized in a peculiar fashion, dissolving into nothingness without a trace.

"What manner of treasure is this?"

The Supreme Seven Kills furrowed his brow, his gaze fixing intently on the Imitation Mirror.

This diminutive mirror had just articulated human speech.

This indicated the presence of a birthed Artifact Spirit.

Within the vastness of the Divine Land, artifacts of Divine-level possessing an Artifact Spirit were exceedingly rare.

"Tsk tsk, this White Clad Sword Cultivator possesses a most extraordinary artifact. If my assessment is correct, this must surely be a Half-step Super God Level treasure!"

Observing from the second peak, the indistinct form of an ancient Supreme offered praise laced with admiration.

"This treasure mirror... was obtained through the lifeblood essence of numerous disciples from the Sect of Seven Kills. Let it be entrusted to the Supreme Seven Kills for its ward!"

The ancient Supreme of the first peak commented nonchalantly.

He, as the leader of the seven peaks, had rendered the ultimate judgment, decreeing that this treasure would belong to the Supreme Seven Kills.

As the foremost among the seven peaks.

He held the position of the most formidable Supreme within the Valley of Sky Burial.

Possessing absolute and unchallengeable authority.

"My gratitude, Red Dust Supreme!"

The Supreme Seven Kills stood, inclining his head slightly and offering a respectful cupped-fist salute.

In his eyes, a glimmer of intense excitement now manifested.

A Half-step Super God Level treasure was a coveted rarity, even for an individual of his considerable strength.

This round yet square mirror, despite its highly unusual appearance, demonstrated astonishing potency with its cascading lights capable of repelling void power.

The Supreme Seven Kills straightened, directing his gaze towards Ye Yun's position, and with a sudden motion, extended a hand.

This hand instantaneously dissolved into the void.

In the ensuing moment.

An immense hand, eclipsing the sky, descended from above Ye Yun's head, akin to an artificial sun blotting out the heavens.

"A treasure of Half-step Super God Level like this is far beyond what an ant-like Sword Cultivator such as yourself is worthy of possessing. Surrender it!"

The voice boomed like thunder from within the void.

"I am unworthy?"

Upon hearing these words, Ye Yun could not suppress a chuckle.

His initial impulse was to draw forth the Heaven-Slaying Sword and sever the speaker's accursed 'paw'.

However, Ye Yun ultimately refrained from acting.

Given the apparent fervent interest the other party displayed towards the Imitation Mirror, why not indulge their desire.

"Imitation Mirror!"

Ye Yun extended his hand, a smile playing on his lips as he issued the call.

"Master, I am here!"

The Imitation Mirror, comprehending the intent, swiftly contracted and flew into Ye Yun's palm.

Swoosh!

Ye Yun hurled it with great force, and the Imitation Mirror transformed into a streak of light, hurtling outwards.

Mid-flight.

The diminutive Imitation Mirror suddenly expanded to an immense size, astonishingly matching the colossal dimensions of the sky-obscuring hand.

One colossal hand, one gargantuan mirror, both imbued with fierce aggression, engaged in a violent, earth-shattering collision.

Bang!

With a deafening explosion, the sky-devouring hand was repulsed, reeling from the impact.

The Imitation Mirror hovered majestically in mid-air, casting its gaze towards a specific point within the enveloping black mist, and could not resist exclaiming: "Oh ho, you ancient ghoul, you possess considerable audacity, daring to covet Grandpa Imitation Mirror! Blast it all, it appears you truly have a death wish! Haha!"

Towards the conclusion.

The Imitation Mirror unleashed a wild, boisterous laugh.

The mirror's surface, adorned with black and white stripes, vibrated in concert with its laughter, resembling the resonant chords of a harp.

"This little thing is getting a bit carried away..."

Ye Yun couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head as he observed the laughing Imitation Mirror.

The Imitation Mirror, possessing a mysterious origin and remarkable disguising abilities, wielded unfathomable strength. It was a treasure of great importance among Ye Yun's many concealed assets.

Deep within the Valley of Sky Burial, the Supreme Seven Kills withdrew his hand, a pained grimace on his face as he looked at his cracked palm.

"What kind of treasure is this? How can it possess such formidable power?" he grumbled.

An ancient Supreme, observing the Supreme Seven Kills, inquired in surprise, "Supreme Seven Kills, you are a potent Sword Cultivator. While your physical body is somewhat less robust, you should never directly confront treasures like this..."

At these words, two dark lines etched themselves onto the Supreme Seven Kills' face.

Indeed, he was a Sword Cultivator, and the assassination techniques of the Sect of Seven Kills stemmed from his swordsmanship. It was a universally acknowledged fact that Sword Cultivators typically did not possess exceptionally strong physiques.

However, the Supreme Seven Kills had never anticipated that he, a dignified Quasi-Emperor, would suffer a hand injury from a mere treasure.

"Supreme Seven Kills, you... do not bring disgrace to the prestige of our Valley of Sky Burial!" On the foremost mountaintop, the Red Dust Supreme, seated emaciatedly on a colossal stone, spoke softly with his eyes still gently closed.

"I understand!" The Supreme Seven Kills responded solemnly, drawing a sword. This blade was also a Seven Kills Sword, yet it was far more potent than the Sect Guardian Treasure of the Sect of Seven Kills.

This was a Divine Sword, infinitely close to the Half-step Super God level. The comparable sword within the Sect of Seven Kills had once been wielded by the Supreme Seven Kills himself before being passed down to the first generation disciple of the Sect as their Guardian Treasure.

As black mist surged, the Supreme Seven Kills' expression turned icy while holding the Seven Kills Sword.

"Heh, how many years has it been since I last engaged in battle..." he muttered with a self-deprecating laugh.

In the very next moment, the Supreme Seven Kills' body began to fade, becoming transparent and illusory.

Among the six Supremes present, only the Red Dust Supreme could discern the Supreme Seven Kills' location within the black mist. The other five Supremes, for the moment, could not detect him.

This absence of detection did not imply the Supreme Seven Kills was stronger than the other Supremes; his seventh-place ranking, even in terms of raw power, reflected his true standing. Each Supreme possessed unfathomable depths, their might beyond ordinary comprehension.

The Supreme Seven Kills, concealed within the swirling black mist, instantly materialized near the void.

The Imitation Mirror spun around indignantly, proclaiming, "You old fogey who ambushed me, I know you're coming! There's no point in hiding; it's useless!"

Without any prior warning, a chilling sword light, suffused with an overwhelming killing intent, suddenly pierced the Imitation Mirror.