Mortal: From a Chaotic Star Sea to a True Immortal

Wei Fang waved his hand and pointed, and eight streaks of fire appeared around him.

It emitted extremely powerful spiritual energy fluctuations.

When he could see clearly, it turned out to be a replica of the Eight Gates Golden Light Mirror that he had exchanged with Han Li for the Ancient Treasure Bell.

It's called a replica, but it's just that the Heavenly Realm Hermit didn't use it as his natal magic weapon and nurtured it for hundreds of years.

He had searched Wen Tianren's soul and knew that this thing was created a long time ago.

It should be a life-bound magic weapon prepared for future generations.

In terms of materials and power, this replica is undoubtedly a top-tier artifact.

The eight simple, antique-looking mirrors transformed into the shape of a lotus flower in the blink of an eye.

With a wave of Wei Fang's hand, a blazing beam of light shot out from the center of the flower toward the man.

The cultivator surnamed Yun barely dodged the light, and his brows furrowed.

"A top-tier magic weapon? It certainly possesses extraordinary power."

As he spoke, he activated the magical lamp in his hand, and in an instant, a strange flame appeared ten feet in front of Wei Fang.

Seeing this, Wei Fang didn't say a word and spat out a golden flame that transformed into a line of fire.

The two supernatural powers collided instantly, causing a small-scale celestial phenomenon.

A violent fire elemental aura spread out here.

Although Wei Fang did not possess Han Li's Wind and Thunder Wings, the uncanny speed inherent in his magical artifacts allowed him to dodge and teleport short distances in battle with comparable skill.

After fighting Yun for about ten rounds, Wei Fang saw Yun wielding a round flying blade and attacking him.

Without saying a word, Wei Fang unleashed his magic, revealing the true power of the Eight Gates Golden Light Mirror.

As the eight mirrors rippled in waves.

Wei Fang coldly uttered the word "open".

In an instant, this person was trapped by the supernatural array inherent in the Eight Gates Golden Light Mirror.

At the same time, the eight mirrors surrounding this person all shone brightly.

The resulting fluctuations in spiritual energy even startled some Nascent Soul cultivators who were a little further away.

At the same time, a loud roar rang out from not far away.

Wei Fang turned his head to look and saw that Han Li had used the Spirit Summoning Talisman and transformed into a little dragon.

Ignoring all that other stuff, Wei Fang certainly couldn't let the duck that was already in his mouth get away.

A golden horn slowly appeared on his forehead.

Wei Fang channeled a large amount of spiritual power into the magic weapon, and golden flames quickly filled the entire space within it.

A few breaths later, the golden flames quietly disappeared, as if they had all vanished.

Only those with a discerning eye and the ability to observe with their divine sense would discover the space surrounded by the eight small mirrors.

The entire space became blurry and distorted.

The faint heat emanating from the area startled the low-level cultivators, causing them to flee the place.

The extreme temperature had completely enveloped the cultivator surnamed Yun.

Once inside this formation, even spiritual techniques cannot be successfully cast.

The only way is to break through the eight golden light arrays or overwhelm Wei Fang with superior cultivation.

An eerie silence fell over the place.

While maintaining the power of this treasure, Wei Fang also unleashed the Purple Cloud Sail, transforming the area into vast expanses of purple clouds.

They concealed themselves and the location of the person surnamed Yun completely.

Although some of the high masters of Mulan noticed that the man surnamed Yun was trapped by Wei Fang, they wanted to come and help him.

However, as Han Li broke through one arena barrier after another, two Nascent Soul stage cultivators, a man and a woman, were soon freed from their confinement in Tiannan.

Each of them transformed into streaks of light and began to cause trouble for the Mulan people.

This left the Mulan people even more unable to spare any resources.

"These eight golden mirrors are truly unpredictable. If it weren't for the fact that my natal magic weapon had already been completed, I would have been in awe."

"If you treat this treasure as your natal magic weapon and nurture it within your body for several hundred years, it will probably become one of the top-tier treasures in the human realm."

While observing the people in the formation, Wei Fang secretly marveled at Wen Tianren's good fortune.

But in the end, it all benefited Wei Fang and the Old Demon.

Suddenly, Wei Fang raised an eyebrow.

"not good!"

Originally, it was observed that the person in the formation had become slightly disordered in his energy, no longer possessing the initial imposing aura.

It will be refined in no time.

But then, a loud cry suddenly came from Mulan's side.

The fire elemental energy between heaven and earth suddenly became chaotic throughout the entire battlefield, including the area where Wei Fang was located.

Wei Fang felt that the power of this treasure had decreased by as much as 20%.

This is because he was quite far away.

If they were closer, this person would probably be able to escape in no time.

This person clearly sensed the change and used a flag-shaped treasure to protect his body in an attempt to break free.

Having finally managed to trap this person, Wei Fang was naturally not going to sit idly by and watch him slip through his fingers.

"Want to leave? Stay here!"

After a loud shout, the golden horns on his head shone brightly.

A drop of golden essence blood was then flung into the magic weapon by Wei Fang.

The golden fire, which had just been almost extinguished, seemed to have been nourished by some spiritual treasure of heaven and earth.

Not only did it suddenly reach its peak power, but it was also subtly three points stronger than before.

"Fellow Daoist, do you truly wish to fight to the death? If you allow me to leave, I swear I will give you the utmost respect in the future."

"If you insist on going your own way, I will give up this body, and you will suffer heavy losses."

Seeing that his chance to break free had passed, the cultivator surnamed Yun sat there in a disheveled state and began to utter harsh words.

"Since you have come to Tiannan, you must be prepared to die here."

"No matter how skilled you are now, being trapped in this formation is like a fish in a cauldron. If I were you, I would just close my eyes and wait for death."

Wei Fang thought about all the things about the sacred bird Mulan and was afraid that things might change.

Immediately, another drop of blood essence was flicked in.

Even if this isn't a major blow to my health, it will take at least a month or two to replenish the lost essence and blood.

Wei Fang said with a somewhat grim expression, "If the contents of this person's storage bag are not satisfactory, then we've suffered a huge loss this time."

He's not like Han Li, who raises insects and releases large amounts of their essence.

Cultivating supernatural powers involves releasing vast amounts of vital essence. Essence is also used recklessly when escaping, as if it were free.

Who told them to be a wholesaler of miraculous medicines?

Two more incense sticks' worth of time passed.

Seeing the look of despair on this person's face, he was about to self-destruct to forcefully open a way out.

Wei Fang naturally wouldn't give him that chance.

The warding-off divine thunder transformed into an electric net, heading straight for the man.

The old demon had already proven the power of this divine thunder, so there was no need to elaborate further.

For the sake of this warding-off divine thunder, Wei Fang delayed his famine relief efforts with the old demon for decades.

After being enveloped, the person couldn't even utter a word before the divine flames shattered his protective spiritual energy.

In the blink of an eye, a living person turned into a pile of ashes.

The Nascent Soul cultivator met the same fate upon appearing, dying tragically in the formation.

The destruction of his nascent soul was not intentional on Wei Fang's part.

The magic weapon's power is too great.

With a wave of his hand, Wei Fang summoned all eight small mirrors, along with their storage bags and spirit beast bags.

After searching the bag, Wei Fang nodded in satisfaction.

"The Sumeru Insect is a rare spirit beast."

Without saying a word, he took out a few pills and swallowed them.

Only after refining the medicinal properties did Wei Fang put away the Purple Cloud Banner.

Looking up, the sacred bird of Mulan was already displaying its full power.

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