I Have A Cultivation World Chapter 2745 - 1265: Fellow Daoist, You’ve Arrived_2

The previously pitch-black canyon was suddenly illuminated by specks of golden firelight, which then exploded into clusters of golden fireworks, unveiling Tu Ming’s silhouette within the brilliant display, no longer cloaked in mystery or terror.

"This mirror of yours appears to be a peak sixth-rank artifact. Did the Heavenly Sovereign bestow it upon you?" Tu Ming gazed at the illusory shadow of the Haotian Mirror in the sky, his expression solemn. He struggled to comprehend how the mirror wielded such power, attributing it to the reinforcement of the entire Sky Curtain Ground Network Formation.

"Indeed, I fashioned this Haotian Mirror using the Fire Element Immortal Scripture bequeathed by the Heavenly Sovereign. You are the very first to witness the true might of my Lifespan Artifact," Chen Mobai stated with complete honesty. As the Pure Yang Scroll of the Second Primeval Spirit activated, the golden radiance emanating from the Haotian Mirror intensified, its flames subtly morphing into the shadow of a phoenix. The exorcising power of these flames caused the black flies to disintegrate instantaneously.

From a distance, it appeared as if the black smoke initially rising from the canyon was immediately subdued by a descending column of golden firelight. This light ignited the black smoke, causing it to retreat at an accelerated pace.

Bolstered by the Sky Curtain Ground Network Formation, Tu Ming’s Black Fly Sky Demon Avatar, refined through the Hell Disk, found itself suppressed by the Haotian Mirror. Even its most dreadful devouring propagation ability was rendered ineffective.

Witnessing this spectacle, Tu Ming’s face drained of color.

He had never conceived that the power of the Black Fly Demon God would prove to be inconsequential.

What sort of power was this, which, once consumed, could not be digested?

No, it wasn't that it couldn't be digested, but rather it couldn't be assimilated easily and swiftly like other Deity Transformation Powers. Initially, when consumed in small quantities, its effect was imperceptible. However, as the flies ingested more, they became unable to withstand it, and their forms began to ignite.

Was it not merely his Netherworld Scripture that was being countered, but even the innate divine skills of the Black Fly Demon God were being restrained by Chen Guixian’s cultivation technique?

With this realization, Tu Ming lost any inclination to fight to the death. He retrieved the Hell Disk from above, and his body subsequently dissolved into countless black flies. This dark cloud, exploding within the canyon, scattered in all directions, skillfully evading the radiance of the Haotian Mirror directly overhead.

"Oh, fellow cultivator, are you departing already? I haven't yet given my consent!"

Chen Mobai, having just suppressed the Black Fly Sky Demon Avatar, confirmed the effectiveness of the Pure Yang Scroll not only against the Demon Path traditions of the Tianhe Realm but also its restraint over transcendent, ascended Demon Path Great Abilities. Feeling invigorated, he observed Tu Ming transform into numerous scattered black flies and formed no intention of allowing the tiger to escape back to its lair.

He had patiently waited for over a century, meticulously baiting Tu Ming into his carefully laid trap, and was determined to settle this matter today.

If this responsibility were left to his disciples, the burden would indeed be substantial.

Facing Chen Mobai’s mocking words, Tu Ming feigned ignorance. He merged the Black Fly Sky Demon Avatar with the Shadow Escape Technique, secretly preparing to open the Netherworld Mansion’s gate. His survival hinged on the escape of even a single fly.

At this precise moment, the Second Primeval Spirit gestured with its sleeve, and from the heavens, a dazzling circle of light materialized, assembling into a complete set of one hundred mirrors.

With the amplification provided by the Sky Curtain Ground Network Formation, these mirrors were tantamount to the Haotian Mirror itself.

As the radiance from over a hundred mirrors appeared, their surfaces automatically oriented towards the canyon enveloped in scattered black smoky flies. Hundreds of immense beams of golden radiance, resembling columns of fire, swiftly engulfed the canyon, leaving no area untouched.

Tu Ming’s cunning stratagem was instantly thwarted.

Beginning with the outermost flies, each was progressively bathed in golden light, then consumed by flames and plummeted earthward. The entire black shroud within the canyon rapidly diminished, leaving only a meager three feet separating it from Tu Ming.

Tu Ming’s form was compelled to re-coalesce and manifest once more.

At this juncture, he felt a distinct sense of unease.

It appeared he had stumbled into an unseen snare, akin to a colossal trap deliberately set by his adversary, who had been anticipating his arrival before unleashing their array upon him.

The spectacle of these hundred mirror lights was evidently a formidable formation, magnifying the power of what was originally a solitary sixth-rank mirror artifact, specifically targeting him.

But why did Chen Guixian seem so assured that he would arrive at this very location?

Even Tu Ming himself had only decided upon this particular canyon at the last possible moment to summon Su Ziluo.

Rumble!

However, this was hardly the opportune moment for contemplation. As interwoven streams of mirror light covered the canyon floor, it began to crack and crumble. Simultaneously, the black flies comprising Tu Ming’s essence dwindled from billions to a mere handful.

As the brilliant light surged towards him, Tu Ming seemed to foresee his and the lesser beings before him dissolving into mere sparks.

Gritting his teeth and ignoring the searing pain, he unleashed the eighteen-cornered Hell Disk.

A mouthful of his vital blood was sprayed onto the center of the obsidian disk.

Instantly, the previously sparse specks of flies rapidly swelled in size.

The remaining thirteen flies, as if grotesquely inflated, ballooned from the size of grains to monstrous beings comparable to mountains.

Chen Mobai, observing the entire spectacle through the Sky Curtain Ground Network's keen eye, pinpointed the critical juncture.

Following Tu Ming's expulsion of essence blood onto the dark disk, it appeared as though a seal was broken, unleashing a boundless dark power to empower these obsidian flies.

This potent energy, intrinsically linked to the flies, caused their swift growth, even enabling them to defy the Haotian Mirror's effulgence, morphing them into colossal fly abominations the size of mountains.

Yet, regardless of their burgeoning might, within the confines of the Sky Curtain Ground Network Formation, they could still be subdued.

Unless true Void Cultivation was achieved.

Clearly, the power emanating from the Hell Disk, though seemingly infinite, was contained within specific boundaries, thus avoiding any infringement upon the Tianhe Realm’s Great Dao Rules.

"Ah..."

At this precise moment, Tu Ming emitted a piercing scream as Chen Mobai witnessed a fly, resembling polished black jade, emerge from the Hell Disk, alight upon Tu Ming's forehead, and painfully burrow within.

Recalling Ye Qing's prior discourse concerning the Disk of Life and Death, Chen Mobai formed a reasoned hypothesis regarding the unfolding events.

He cast a glance towards the Hell Disk, his brow furrowed in deep concentration.

Boom!

Bolstered by the Sky Curtain Ground Network Formation, the Second Primeval Spirit commanded the Haotian Mirror to blaze with even greater intensity, forcibly subjugating the thirteen colossal fly creatures. Nevertheless, the entire Eastern Wilderness Plateau trembled violently from the titanic collision of these opposing forces.

Fortunately, the integrated formations within each Immortal City scattered across the plateau spontaneously activated, maintaining structural integrity and averting a catastrophic earthquake.

Witnessing this, Tu Ming’s countenance shifted dramatically, astonished that his act of self-sacrifice, intended to invoke the descending power of the Black Fly Demon God, had failed to overcome the Eastern Wilderness Qing Emperor standing before him.

[Preserve the green hills, lest there be no firewood for future fires.]

Having undergone two reincarnations, Tu Ming had developed a path dependency, abandoning any inclination to directly assassinate Chen Mobai or assert his dominance.

He momentarily unleashed the entirety of the Demon God’s might from the Hell Disk, causing the thirteen monstrous black flies to writhe and expand.

Chen Mobai recognized that allowing these flies to detonate would inflict immense devastation upon the Eastern Wilderness Plateau, even with the Sky Curtain Ground Network Formation in place. Consequently, he swiftly enveloped the flies within the Haotian Mirror's radiant embrace, coercing them into a state of suppression to prevent their explosion, and simultaneously propelling them towards the Ninth Heaven Tian Gang.

Seizing this critical window of opportunity, Tu Ming employed the Netherworld Mansion’s portal, intending to teleport to his most recent established coordinates.

Gazing upon the nascent dark portal materializing before him, Tu Ming did not falter, stepping directly through its shimmering threshold.

Upon emerging, however, he was met with a reality starkly different from his intended destination at Bright Mirror Mountain.

Furthermore, how could the Eastern Wilderness Qing Emperor possibly still be present?

Had he been pursued with such impossible swiftness?

"Fellow cultivator, you have arrived!" Perched atop Wandering Mountain, Chen Mobai extended a greeting to Tu Ming, a faint smile gracing his lips.