The important information in David’s hands represented the greatest opportunity for the ancient clans to break the deadlock in ten thousand years, and they could not afford to make the slightest mistake.
Gu Li pondered for a while, the sharpness in his eyes slowly turned into deep consideration, and muttered to himself: “We can’t use force to suppress you, we can’t face you head-on then let’s try another way.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved it lightly. A pure and deep dark purple ancient light shot out from his sleeve, swirled and flowed in his palm, and instantly condensed into a palm-sized, delicate ancient pagoda.
This ancient pagoda is completely bronze in color, with a heavy and weathered feel. This pagoda has nine layers, and each layer of the roof is decorated with small carved bells, each the size of a grain of rice, making it very beautiful.
The surface of the tower was enveloped in a faint golden halo, with countless subtle and illusory runes, which were difficult to see with the naked eye, moving, intertwining, and continuously regenerating within the halo. This tower looked small and exquisite, but within it contained the supreme mystery of suppressing immortals and replicating all laws.
However, the tower’s light was dim at that time, making it appear ordinary and lacking in awe-inspiring appeal.
The old man stared intently, and as his gaze fell on the ancient tower, his pupils narrowed sharply, his breath caught in his throat, and he exclaimed in shock, “Clan leader! This is the clan’s ancient artifact—the Tower of the Trials of Illusion and Reality?!”
Gu Li gently rubbed the cold and rough surface of the tower with his fingertips, a glimmer of reminiscence and reassurance flashed in his eyes. His tone was calm but full of confidence: “Not bad.”
This tower is a supreme treasure left behind by our ancient ancestors. This tower has no direct offensive or defensive capabilities, but it has a unique and extraordinary divine power—mirror replication.
“Every time a living creature enters the tower, its cultivation level, origin, techniques, supernatural powers, fighting instincts, and even physical limitations will be thoroughly analyzed based on the laws of the Great Dao within the tower.”
Then these laws condensed into a guardian figure that was a perfect reflection of all the trial participants’ abilities, techniques, and battle rhythms.
“Those who enter the tower will not face puppets or ghosts of the law, but rather ‘other selves’ that are perfect replicas of themselves, with no weaknesses, no emotions, no fatigue, and no mistakes.”
He raised his eyes to look at the thick layer of rock at the top of the secret room, as if breaking through the layer of barrier to see David who had landed in the distance. His tone was a little playful and observing: “Isn’t he the source of chaos that has disappeared forever?”
“Didn’t he brag about having seen the core of the Haotian Clan’s nuclear energy array? I won’t force him, kill him, or suppress him. I’ll let him test his own limits.”
“His ability to defeat the perfect mirror image proves that his confidence is well-deserved and that he is worthy of the ancient clan’s full cooperation and equal exchange.”
If even his own replica was unable to penetrate the defense, then the nuclear core clue he mentioned was just a bluff and a lie.
The old man opened his mouth, but then stopped himself from speaking.
He knew the extraordinary mysteries of the Tower of Trials, and he was also convinced that this was the safest, most harmonious, and most effective way to test their strength. In the end, he could only bow and nod: “Your subordinate understands. When does clan leader plan to start the exam?”
Gu Li carefully stowed the Tower of Trials in his sleeves, his gaze piercing through the layers of rock into the darkness of the night outside Xuanming Ancient City, his voice as calm as the wind: “Tomorrow at dusk, when he has completely calmed down and his mind is relaxed.”
The night passed so quickly.
The following night, the sunset was like blood, its light spreading across the earth and bathing the cities around Xuanming Ancient City in a warm reddish-orange hue.
Far from the heart of the ancient city, this border town is sparsely populated and peaceful. Unlike ancient cities, there are no hidden fluctuations or sensations. Only a few inns where cultivators usually stayed stood quietly on both sides of the road, with minimal lighting and a calm atmosphere.
David, Xuan Zhenzi, and Jiang Xuelan chose a quiet inn to stay. The three rooms were close together, out of sight and earshot of the citizens of the ancient city, so they could rest and recuperate for a while.
David sat cross-legged on the bed in the guest room, his posture straight and his aura calm and collected.
He opened his palm, and there lay a dark gray ancient artifact with subtle and faint patterns. The patterns were ancient and profound, and the aura was pure and stable, without the slightest disturbance.
This is the access card issued by Shenxi Pavilion, and it is also the only key to entering the Secret Realm Trade Fair.
He gently rubbed the ancient patterns on the surface of the memento with his fingertip, examining it carefully using his divine sense.
After confirming that there were no hidden restrictions, tracking, or risks of backlash, and that the law aura was pure and flawless, he raised his hand and carefully put it into his storage ring.
He formed a breathing mudra with his fingertips, closed his eyes to rest and recover his mental energy and vitality, which had been drained after days of running around, fighting, and strategizing.
FAQ Novel
Q: What is the significance of the ‘chaotic dao’?
A: The chaotic dao is described as the highest origin of the Great Dao in ancient eras, ranked first among all Daos, but it has been lost to time.
Q: What critical resource do the ancient races need?
A: The ancient races desperately need clues for a nuclear energy conversion array to break free from the Haotian God Race.
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