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In the Three Lives Mirror, ripples surged, and the mirror surface transformed into a moving reflection.

The scene shows a blood-red altar, the dark red stone platform as if soaked in blood, with a stone pillar in the center, and a woman locked on the pillar.

When Shen Yifei saw that face, he felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him from head to toe.

The woman was his mother, Youlan!

Youlan wore a white dress, her hair was disheveled, and her face was as pale as paper.

Her hands and feet were chained to a stone pillar, and her body was covered with countless long black needles, from head to ankle; at a rough glance, there were probably hundreds.

Each needle emitted a wisp of black smoke from its tip, as if drawing something from her body.

There was a bloodstain on Youlan's lips, her head was tilted to the side, and her eyes were tightly closed. She looked as if she was enduring some great pain, her brows furrowed.

Shen Yifei never expected to see such a scene, let alone that his mother's soul would suffer such great pain here!

"mother!!"

He yelled, and all the warnings from the golden armor and the crow's admonitions were thrown to the winds.

The curse power within Shen Yifei's body suddenly exploded, and a violent force surged out from his divine consciousness. Shen Yifei's eyes turned bloodshot, and he reached out with both hands to grab at the mirror.

"Master!!" Liu Mengli cried out, lunging at him from the side and clinging tightly to his waist. "Wake up! It's an illusion! Don't touch the mirror!"

Shen Yifei was incredibly strong. Liu Mengli was dragged forward two steps by him and almost flew off.

Su Huan rushed up and grabbed his arm from the other side: "Young Master Shen! Calm down! Your mother's soul is locked under the Viewing Platform. You've fallen into their trap by touching this mirror."

Shen Yifei struggled, letting out a beast-like growl: "My mother...she's suffering...I have to save her!"

"You can't save her by risking your own life!" Liu Mengli was anxious. The power of reincarnation surged out and flowed into his meridians, trying to suppress the rage within him.

But the power of the curse seemed to be ignited by Shen Yifei's emotions, burning brighter and brighter. Liu Mengli's power of reincarnation, which she pressed in, was completely repelled.

Just as Shen Yifei's finger was about to touch the mirror, the mirror suddenly began to churn again.

On the mirror, a phantom slowly took shape!

His facial features were obscured; all that could be discerned was that he wore a greyish-white robe and had a slender build.

He stood quietly beside the altar image, seemingly looking at Shen Yifei.

As the afterimage appeared, Shen Yifei stopped moving.

His hand stopped three inches from the mirror, but he couldn't reach it no matter what he did.

"Shen Yifei," the illusory figure spoke, its voice clear and gentle, "I've locked up your mother's soul."

Shen Yifei's head exploded, and he cursed, "Shi Yan! You old bastard! If you have the guts, come at me! What kind of skill is it to mess with my mother!"

Shi Yan's illusory figure chuckled, "Your mother's soul is locked in the altar beneath the Terrace of Longing for Home, suffering the torment of the Netherworld's piercing needles. I did it. If you want to save her, do as I say."

Shen Yifei gritted his teeth: "You tell me!"

"See that groove in the center of the altar?" Shi Yan said. "Put the Reincarnation Token into that groove. Your mother's chains will be unlocked."

Through the mirror, Shen Yifei saw that there was indeed a groove at the bottom of the stone pillar, the shape of which was exactly the same as the Reincarnation Decree.

Shen Yifei reached out to touch the Reincarnation Token in his arms.

Liu Mengli grabbed his wrist: "Master! This is another trap!"

"Even if it's a trap, I'll set it! My mother is inside!"

"We're not even sure if your mother's in there!" Liu Mengli scolded. "This mirror can reflect the karma of three lifetimes; who can say for sure whether what's reflected inside is real or fake!"

Shi Yan's illusory figure said unhurriedly, "Believe it or not, if you can wait, I don't mind those Netherworld Bone-Piercing Needles on your mother's body."

Liu Mengli stomped her foot in anger: "Shi Yan! You are also a demon god, the dignified Lord of Time, and you resort to such despicable means?"

"Despicable?" Shi Yan's illusory figure turned to Liu Mengli. "Lunji, we've known each other for a while now. Are you content with our current state? You should understand that what I want isn't him as a person, but what's in the Reincarnation Decree."

Liu Mengli was taken aback: "What's in the Reincarnation Decree?"

"You'll know what it is once you put it in. Hmm... someone's coming, Shen Yifei, eat them first..."

After Shi Yan finished speaking, his illusory figure slowly faded and soon disappeared into the mirror.

The image on the mirror remains; Youlan is still locked to the stone pillar, and the black needles on her body are still emitting black smoke.

Shen Yifei stared at his mother, his chest heaving violently, trying his best to control himself.

"Master, don't be impulsive. Don't believe a single word Shi Yan says!"

Suddenly, a sinister laugh echoed from all around the platform.

Laughter came from all directions, and hundreds of dark figures silently emerged from the mist.

The leader was a man dressed in a dark red official robe and wearing a black gauze hat. He had a very pale face and two thin eyebrows that were almost connected in one line. He held a thick book in his hand, on which were written the three words "Book of Life and Death".

Su Huan exclaimed in surprise, "It's Judge Cui!"

Behind Judge Cui were hundreds of ghost messengers, each holding chains and shackles, their faces cold and sinister, like statues.

They surrounded the entire Wangxiangtai from all directions, making it completely impassable.

Judge Cui's voice was high-pitched and thin, much like a eunuch's, and he even had a high-pitched voice.

"Shen Yifei has trespassed into the forbidden area of ​​the Underworld, climbed the Viewing Platform without permission, offended the Mirror of Three Lives, and disturbed the souls of the dead. Each of these is a serious crime." Judge Cui opened the book and read aloud with intonation, "According to the laws of the Underworld, he should be thrown into the Avici Hell and never be reincarnated."

Upon hearing the judge's unpleasant voice, Shen Yifei's anger subsided considerably.

"Judge Cui, is it? For this token, you sent gamblers to follow me, set up illusion arrays, and now you've directly led troops to block the gate."

Judge Cui remained unmoved and closed the booklet: "Shen Yifei, whatever you say is useless. I am acting under orders. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for coming to the Underworld."

Shen Yifei glanced at the Book of Life and Death in his hand. "Judge Cui, seeing you makes me want to poop... Can I use two pages from that book?"

Judge Cui's face darkened, and he didn't waste any words. He tossed the Book of Life and Death into the air and muttered incantations.

The Book of Life and Death was unfolded, and a great black light shone forth.

Hundreds of ghostly messengers simultaneously tossed up their chains, shouting in unison. The chains crisscrossed on the Viewing Platform, weaving a vast net.

The entire Wangxiangtai (Viewing Home) was shrouded in netting, with gray mist swirling all around and a chilling wind blowing.

Su Huan's face turned deathly pale: "Watch out, the Soul-Locking Array! They're going to lock our souls!"

Shen Yifei looked up at the dense array of chains. "Lock our souls? I'd like to see just how capable they are."

Then, he stared at the judge's official robes, looked at his own dress, and pointed at the judge.

"His is suitable!!"