System's Super Sect Chapter 902 - 848: Mirror Buildings!

The faces of the three instantly drained of color, and with no moment to deliberate, they morphed into rays of light, bolting toward the fringes of Heaven and Earth Lake.

They figured they were surrounded by comrades, not adversaries.

Who could have foreseen stumbling straight into a snare!

The abrupt reversal stunned the disciples by Heaven and Earth Lake, sparking a frantic dispersal as they fled without a clue on direction.

Even Elders bolting for their lives—how could the disciples not tremble in fear?

Yet Wood Dragon held his ground instead of fleeing. He channeled demon power into his fingertips, firing off a barrage of slender threads.

Precisely three threads!

Every thread of demon power locked onto a single target.

Once finished, Wood Dragon skipped the chase and headed straight to Azure Abyss Pool, stowing Lei Qianshan’s corpse into a Storage Ring.

The Sect Leader had commanded that, if feasible, the intact bodies of Lei Qianshan and Jian Chenxin should be recovered.

Wood Dragon couldn’t fathom the Sect Leader’s intent for the corpses, yet he trusted there lay some unfathomable purpose.

Securing Lei Qianshan’s body, Wood Dragon then departed Heaven and Earth Lake.

Those three fleeing Elders managed only a few miles in flight before the demon power threads speared through them, snuffing out their vital essence.

A Lower Realm foe might slip away from a Middle Realm rival.

Against an Upper Realm titan, however, Lower Realm cultivators harbored zero chance of living.

…

Jianshui City.

This day marked Jian Chenxin’s demise.

Lei Qianshan had fled, his fate uncertain.

The drastic shift at Azure Abyss Pool became common knowledge throughout Jianshui City.

Residents of Jianshui City revered both the Immortal Sect and the Conscientious Tower deeply, viewing them as potential overlords of Azure Abyss Pool’s next ten thousand miles.

Those who had shunned He Yijian for backing the Conscientious Tower now flocked back upon his return to the Water Academy.

They showered fake affection and hollow worries, but He Yijian welcomed them, grasping their true aims.

Survival instinct!

He’d act no differently in their shoes.

Still, He Yijian mentally struck them from his circle of allies.

After all, in his advanced years, he required few friends. His twilight days could focus on advancing the Immortal Daily.

With visitors gone, He Yijian addressed Yi beside the sickbed: “Yi, tomorrow I’ll pursue a slot for you in the Immortal Sect. Unlike typical Sects, they prioritize elite talent over masses, so grasp this chance tightly!”

Yi shook his head. “Father, wait until you’re better before we talk.”

“No! Once I heal, countless prodigies will swarm to join the Immortal Sect after Lei Qianshan and Jian Chenxin’s falls. Your gifts shine bright, but in the Red Domain, they’re not supreme. I worry you won’t outshine the rest.”

He Yijian mused inwardly that his blood spilled for the Immortal Sect ought to earn Yi a spot via the Conscientious Tower’s head.

Yet timing mattered—strike fast before shifts occur!

Moreover, he’d only bled, falling short of fully executing the Conscientious Tower’s task.

“Father, rest now; we’ll settle it tomorrow.” Yi swiftly aided He Yijian in reclining.

Faced with Yi’s resolve, the father relented with a strained smile and settled down. “Fine, tomorrow it is.”

Meanwhile, myriad loose cultivators in Jianshui City echoed He Yijian’s thoughts, yearning to enlist in the Immortal Sect.

These were but side notes, of course.

Wood Dragon’s report of Lei Qianshan’s death prompted Chen Xie to broadcast it far and wide, skipping any delay for the next Immortal Daily.

As word of Jian Chenxin and Lei Qianshan’s deaths proliferated, Immortal Daily sales outlets surged and expanded swiftly.

Obstruction ceased entirely.

Even from Red Leaf Sect diehards.

What folly to interfere now—they scrambled to swallow Dragon Gate and Heaven and Earth Lake, too occupied for Conscientious Tower matters.

And even with spare moments, none courted doom.

…

Immortal Sect.

Emerging from cultivation, Wen Ping’s initial urge was to inspect the Master Dao Maze for fresh features from the system upgrade.

He also checked the built-in shop for new wares.

Viewing the map, Wen Ping eyed the enhanced Master Dao Maze’s shop—his eager thrill deflated at once.

Empty!

“Looks like luck’s forsaken me.” Wen Ping fingered the Life Core Pendant at his neck, a touch of letdown washing over him.

Thus, he skipped previewing the upgraded Master Dao Maze’s form.

Instead, he commanded the system to elaborate!

“System, what new capabilities does the leveled-up Master Dao Maze offer?”

The system replied: “The upgraded Master Dao Maze sheds location limits, allowing setup anywhere. Post-upgrade, ten mirror structures can be erected worldwide.”

“Anything more?”

Precisely.

It gratified the ear.

The system pressed on: “Each of the ten mirrors replicates the full Immortal Sect Master Dao Maze functions, plus a novel link to the Thousand Layers! Heaven-Gazing Gorge mirrors connect to its staircase, Heaven and Earth Lake ones to its realm—yet all funnel into the Thousand Layers, no matter the origin.”

“Now that’s a stellar feature!”

Wen Ping had fretted over disciple recruitment constraints, given Heaven-Gazing Gorge’s immensity and his mere two-month window.

Absent a Wing Race Demon God mount, ordinary travelers needed months from Red Leaf Sect to Immortal Sect.

Several months hence loomed the Seven Domains Celestial Ascension Ranking.

Enlisting post-event would prove futile.

The Master Dao Maze’s ten mirrors resolved this dilemma handily.

“System, how to erect these mirror structures?”

“Access the map for free placement.”

With that, a map spotlighting Heaven and Earth Lake and Heaven-Gazing Gorge materialized, zoomable at will.

Zoomed views revealed lifelike scenes.

Alas, static, not live.

“White Crystal cost per mirror structure?”

“10,000 White Crystals.”

“That steep?”

“Outside Immortal Sect bounds, costs soar. Inside domain, just 1,000 White Crystals.”

“Ten times the price!”

Riches notwithstanding, Wen Ping winced at dropping 10,000 White Crystals per mirror.

Ten meant 100,000 total!

Plundering a five-star force yielded only 400,000!

Shoving aside laments, Wen Ping scrutinized the map. “Azure Abyss Pool’s ten thousand miles now lie open for Immortal Daily’s conquest. Vast readership awaits soon; third issue can tout Immortal Sect recruitment.”

That ad unleashed would ignite countless aspirations to join.

At last, Wen Ping plotted from Immortal Sect outward, spacing mirrors every 3,000 miles—slashing travel for aspirants and time for him alike.

(Third update, 5 PM.)