I have a composite mirror

Chapter 120 Anomaly

On the Xuantian Training Ground, tens of thousands of people stared intently at the giant water mirror suspended in mid-air.

The Water Mirror Technique divided the scenery within the "Secret Realm of Rune Forest" into hundreds of images, clearly presenting them to everyone.

Gu Shenyan sat in a corner of the viewing platform, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest. He appeared lazy, but in reality, he was tense.

In his field of vision, there was not only the magnificent water mirror, but also the azure panel that only he could see.

[Real-time monitoring of target's spiritual energy fluctuations ————]

The scene changes.

In the water mirror on the left, Han Sushuang's figure was like a red lightning bolt, shuttling through the dense forest.

"brush!"

A crimson-gold sword aura swept out, cleaving a blue-faced wind wolf that pounced at them in two.

The wind wolf did not bleed after it died; instead, it turned into specks of spiritual light and dissipated, leaving behind only a fragment of a rune that shimmered faintly.

Han Sushuang's robes fluttered as she sheathed her longsword, her movements fluid and graceful, drawing cheers from the audience.

"What a brilliant display of dual cultivation of sword and talisman!"

"This must be that genius girl from Tingtao Pavilion! Her collection efficiency is probably in the top twenty!"

Hearing the praises around him, Gu Shenyan remained calm, though his gaze shifted slightly to the side.

There, another name was locked in.

Zhao Yuanlang.

Unlike Han Sushuang's bold and expansive style, Zhao Yuanlang's scenes appear particularly eerie.

It was a swamp on the edge of a secret realm, shrouded in miasma year-round.

Zhao Yuanlang moved slowly through the knee-deep, putrid water like a ghost.

He wasn't in a hurry to hunt down the spirits, but would stop from time to time and stick his hand into the mud, as if sensing something.

"Mirror, analyze Zhao Yuanlang's behavior patterns."

[Comparing the secret realm map —]

[Alert: The target's route closely overlaps with the "Demon-Suppressing Ruins" recorded in ancient texts.]

[A miniature artifact with high-frequency oscillations was detected in the target's hand, suspected of being used for "acupoint positioning."]

Gu Shenyan frowned slightly.

This isn't a competition; it's clearly tomb raiding.

What exactly is Zhao Yuanlang, or rather, "Yingrong" behind him, looking for in this secret realm?

Just then.

A sudden change has occurred!

The previously calm water mirror suddenly began to tremble violently, rippling with eerie waves.

"Boom!"

Even through the spatial barrier, everyone on the training ground could feel a dull tremor coming from the ground beneath their feet.

"What happened? Was it an earthquake?"

"Look at the water mirror! What happened to those spirits?!"

Someone cried out in alarm.

Gu Shenyan suddenly looked up.

In the scene, the spirit beast, which was originally acting on instinct, now seemed to have gone berserk.

Their eyes turned blood red.

The originally pure surface of the spirit body now shows twisted, dark red lines that pulsate like blood vessels.

"Awooo—!!"

A mournful roar echoed throughout the entire secret realm.

The spirits no longer guarded the fragments, but began to attack all living things in their line of sight.

Just as an unlucky player was about to activate his protective charm, his defenses were torn apart by three ferocious ironback bears. He screamed and crushed his teleportation jade token, then was swept away by the white light and fled in a sorry state.

But this white light was also stained with a trace of blood!

"That's... the aura of the Southeast Asian Blood Curse?"

Gu Shenyan's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Oh no! Su Shuang!"

He immediately looked at the screen where Han Sushuang was.

Han Sushuang, who had been handling the situation with ease, was now surrounded by dozens of mutated blood-red wind wolves.

These wind wolves were fearless and even knew how to cooperate, blocking all her escape routes.

"bass!"

Han Sushuang's face was cold and stern, and the long sword in her hand burst into flames as she tried to fight her way out.

But those severed wind wolves reassembled amidst the blood-red light, becoming even more ferocious.

"Damn it, this is a characteristic of the Undying Blood Puppet!"

Gu Shenyan was anxious and quickly searched for Zhao Yuanlang's figure in the water mirror.

however.

The image that originally showed Zhao Yuanlang had now turned into a black, static-filled screen.

The person has disappeared.

"In the instant the chaos erupted, he blocked the spying."

Gu Shenyan made his judgment.

This is the plan of "Shadow Banyan".

They created chaos to deceive everyone; their true intentions were far greater!

The viewing platform was now in an uproar.

"quiet!"

A furious shout rang out, carrying the terrifying pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator, instantly quelling the commotion in the entire arena.

It is Lu Banxian of Gongfeng Temple.

His face was ashen, and the two walnuts in his hand had been crushed into powder.

"The secret realm's formation is blocked, and all teleportation channels are showing signs of instability!"

"Activate the backup array core! Forcibly stabilize the space!"

Several Golden Core stage array masters immediately rushed towards the central core of the array.

However, the force that was eroding the secret realm was extremely cunning, actually flowing upstream along the earth's spiritual energy veins, like a maggot clinging to a bone.

At this critical moment.

Liu Wenyuan's figure appeared beside Gu Shenyan like a ghost.

"Something's not right."

Liu Wenyuan's voice was very low, with a rare hint of solemnity.

"This is not ordinary destruction, it is more like—the core array eye has been contaminated from the inside."

"That thing is devouring the essence of the secret realm."

Without any hesitation, Gu Shenyan reported to his master in a very fast voice: "Master, Zhao Yuanlang has disappeared."

"Just moments before the chaos, he was located in the area of ​​the 'Demon-Suppressing Ruins'."

"The patterns on those mutated spirits are highly consistent with Southeast Asian sorcery."

A murderous glint flashed in Liu Wenyuan's eyes.

"They really are the rats from the gutter."

Just then.

Gu Shenyan felt a warmth in his arms.

The ancient scroll that Su Wanqing had given her was now radiating a scalding heat even through her clothes.

"Buzz—"

Gu Shenyan felt the "Dark Abyss" life fire within his body suddenly surge.

A strange resonance was established between him, the scroll, and the core of that distant and chaotic secret realm.

On the system panel, red alerts were flashing rapidly.

[A high concentration of mixed spiritual energy disorder field detected!]

[Ingredient Analysis: Ancient Talismanic Rhythm, Southeast Asian Bloodlust, Remnants of Imperial Dragon Aura —]

[The host's core structure, "Four Elements Flow," possesses a unique phase; intervention may be attempted!]

Gu Shenyan's heart pounded violently.

He felt that his four-colored spirit core, which had been flowing smoothly, was now instinctively craving that chaotic storm.

It's a desire to "organize".

Just like Yu the Great, who was in charge of controlling the floods, he saw the overwhelming floodwaters.

It's not about blocking, it's about guiding!

"Master."

Gu Shenyan raised his head, his gaze passing over the chaotic crowd and landing on Lu Banxian on the high platform.

Lu Banxian seemed to sense something, and his cloudy old eyes flashed with a sharp light as he looked over from afar.

The two looked at each other.

It was only for a moment.

Lu Banxian nodded almost imperceptibly.

"Come with me."

Liu Wenyuan grabbed Gu Shenyan's shoulder.

The next moment, the world spun around.

The two had disappeared from the stands and appeared in a secret room deep underground on the school grounds.

This is the backup central hub of the secret realm formation.