One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Although Abe Genji's path has been smooth, he has not relaxed his vigilance in the slightest.

“Our elders said that the Mirror of Truth can only help us avoid external traps. The higher up the temple, the more profound the tests become.”

"Everyone, cheer up, we're almost at the end of this corridor."

Kamo Kaito looked tenderly at Sakura beside him and softly reminded her:

"Sakura, don't wander off, stay close to me."

"Okay, okay, Kaito, you're such a nagging old woman." Sakura stuck out her tongue.

The group chatted and laughed as they walked to the end of the corridor.

however.

As they crossed the last stone archway.

The sight before them made the five people, who had been relaxed, stop in their tracks instantly.

This is a strange, circular space.

There is no ceiling, and no floor.

The group seemed to be standing on a pitch-black, boundless void.

All around this void, countless enormous life-size bronze mirrors stood densely packed and layered upon each other!

These mirrors are connected end to end, surrounding the five people in the very center.

"Where...where is this place?"

Ashiya Ryo spat out the toothpick from his mouth and instinctively placed his hand on the hilt of the knife.

The mirror surface is perfectly smooth.

But strangely enough...

When they stood in front of the mirror, the reflection in the mirror was not what they looked like now!

"Brother Yuanyi...look in the mirror..."

Sakura's voice suddenly trembled as she pointed at a mirror directly in front of her, her eyes wide open.

Abe Genji followed her finger and his breath caught in his throat.

In the mirror.

He wasn't wearing his current combat uniform.

Instead, he was wearing an extremely ornate and luxurious official robe for the leader of the Onmyodo (Bureau of Yin and Yang)!

Beneath his feet were countless terrifying yokai shikigami, and countless onmyoji were kneeling at his feet, calling out "Lord of the Guild" to him.

That was his deepest ambition, the one he dared not easily touch even himself—

Surpassing his ancestors, he became the greatest supreme leader in the history of Japanese Onmyōdō!

And next to Ashiya Ryo, in his mirror.

It reflected his moment when he severed all the chains that bound his family rules with a single stroke, standing at the pinnacle, arrogantly looking down at those old family elders who had once looked down on him.

In Sakura's mirror, she sees herself completely freed from the fate of being a "tool for the Miyamoto family's marriage alliance," like a free bird, laughing wildly under the boundless sky.

Even the usually mild-mannered Kaito Kamo reflected in the mirror that he was no longer the supporting character who silently contributed.

Instead, it's a cruel scene of holding Sakura's hand and trampling all those who tried to hurt her underfoot into bloody mud!

Just as these five people were deeply attracted by the image in the mirror, their eyes began to glaze over.

"Tick."

A soft sound, like a drop of water falling into a deep pool.

The figures in those countless mirrors... actually came to life!

The "Abe Genji" in the mirror slowly raised his head, and his eyes, which originally belonged to him, revealed a kind of bewitching power that struck straight to the soul.

A voice, indistinguishable between male and female, seemingly resonating deep within their minds, began to echo softly, carrying a fatal allure:

"Poor bound ones..."

"This is the self that you most yearn for deep in your soul."

Why suppress your emotions in reality? Why live a life of mere survival under the rules?

The voice was as soft as a feather, constantly tugging at the most vulnerable chord in their hearts:

"bring it on……"

"Raise your weapons."

"Kill the version of yourself in the mirror!"

"As long as you sever the ties and weaknesses of the past with your own hands, you can be reborn in this sacred place!"

"In reality, I want everything you... desire most!"

The voice seemed to possess some kind of irresistible magic.

It does not attack the body.

It's eroding reason!

"Everything I want most...?"

Ashiya Ryo's once clear eyes gradually became clouded.

A morbid obsession appeared on his arrogant face.

"Zheng—!"

He suddenly drew the long sword from his waist, the blade slicing a blinding, cold light in the dim void.

He stared intently at his reflection in the mirror, a self-severed and unrestrained smile playing on his lips.

"Yes! I don't need anyone to tell me what to do! I'm going to be the strongest!"

"Don't listen to it! It's an illusion!"

With the faint light of the Mirror of Delusion on his body, Abe Genji barely managed to retain his sanity. He roared and tried to pull his companion back.

But it was too late!

It's not just the coolness of the Ashiya.

"I want freedom...I don't want to be a tool..."

Sakura's eyes went unfocused, and a sharp kunai appeared in her hand without her noticing. She walked blankly toward the mirror step by step.

"No one can take Sakura away from me... No one!"

Kamo Kaito's usually gentle face was now covered with hideous black lines.

He formed a hand seal, and terrifying magical power slowly gathered at his fingertips!

"Kill it...and you'll get everything..."

Even the most silent Ito Makoto let out a low growl and charged directly at the bronze mirror opposite him!

Finished!

We're completely trapped!

A chill ran down Abe Genji's spine as he looked at his four companions who were gradually losing control.

He was just about to activate the Mirror of Deception to dispel the illusion.

Sudden.

In the mirror directly in front of him.

The "self" dressed in the leader's crown and robes actually stretched out a pale hand, which emerged directly from the mirror!

He grabbed Abe Genji's neck tightly!

"Yuan Yi... what are you still hesitating about?"

His reflection in the mirror, close to his ear, whispered a devilish murmur:

"Kill those four... and you will be the only king in this world..."

Chapter 381 Mutual Flattery Between Good Brothers

As the giant gate was pushed open.

A cold wind, carrying a musty smell, blew out through the crack in the door.

Zhang Chulan peeked inside cautiously, then immediately withdrew, patting his chest:

"Goodness, this little Japanese devil's temple doesn't even have an exhaust fan, the smell is pungent."

As the doors were fully opened.

The scene behind the door was completely revealed to everyone.

This is not some magnificent hall.

Instead, it was a dark passageway wide enough for two large trucks to drive side by side.

The ground of the passageway was paved with huge, square stone slabs.

The stone slabs are black and white, and are also carved with some strange reliefs that look fierce and menacing.

It looks like a Western chessboard magnified countless times.

On both sides of the passage, every three to five meters, there stands a bronze statue that is as tall as a three-story building.

These statues of gods had blue faces and fangs, and each of them held a giant axe, wider than a door panel, upside down in their hands.

Although it was an inanimate object, its chilling and menacing aura seemed to pierce right into one's mind.

However, what puzzled everyone the most was not these frightening statues.

"Oh no..."

Zhang Chulan stood on the edge of the threshold, craning his neck to look down, looking utterly bewildered.