Mythological origin

Chapter 29 Universe Mirror

"Holy Terra Empire? Is this a force outside the Daochen Realm? They are also looking for the historical text?"

Bai Mo learned from the historical text obtained before that he came from a place outside the Daochen Realm, so he would not be surprised that there were other traversers in this world.

Just judging from the tone of the other party, the Holy Terra Empire has the ability to actively deploy troops across the world, and it is definitely not a simple organization.

But why are they looking for things like historical texts?
It is basically certain that the white ink of the historical text is the memory of his scattered lifetimes.

An organization, on the one hand, wants to erase all his records, and on the other hand, seeks his memory at all costs, what is going on.

"... Daochen Realm, the cursed land in the legends of the empire, why did I, Charles, be assigned the task of going to Daochen Realm... Is it because I have offended someone?"

"...The civilization of the cursed land is quite fragmented. The technological level of the bottom society is still in the middle ages, and the transportation is mainly by animal power, but the middle and upper monks have subsonic or even supersonic flying vehicles. Space technology can build the headquarters of the organization in the secondary space..."

"...The gap between monks and mortals in this world is greater than that of imperial people and monkeys..."

"...According to my inference, the historical texts are all lodged in the so-called sons of 'luck' cheats. As long as they can be found, there is a high probability of finding the legendary historical texts."

"...Ahh! I, a late-stage alchemist of Tier [-], was injured by a mere little guy in the early stage of Tier [-]. Is it true that the backlash is really so big if I want to plan the cheating of these children of luck?"

"...Luck is really a magical thing. If it weren't for the 'Mirror of Universe' given by that lord, I would never have observed this kind of thing at the third-order level. It's a pity to use the mirror's backlash too big."

"..."

Bai Mo looked at the diary left by the other party one by one, which recorded many stories of his coming to Daochen Realm, the lower realm of Yuanyang Realm.

At the bottom of the diary, there is also a tightly packed small box. Even after decades, it still hasn't changed at all. It should be the mirror body of Qiankun mentioned in his diary.

He didn't care about the two groups of people hiding from the rain on the left and right, and was about to open the box on the spot, but he didn't expect that there was a strange self-explosive combination lock on it.

Only when the question is answered correctly, the lock will be opened. If it is disassembled violently, the contents inside will be wiped out together with the lock.

problem:

Odd becomes even.

He was stunned for a while, before turning to some memories from previous lives:
Symbol see quadrant.

Then the lock is unlocked.

Inside is a dilapidated bronze mirror, with several huge cracks running through it, making one suspect that with a little force, the bronze mirror will immediately fall apart and turn into fragments all over the place.

"The offspring of the fairy artifact?"

Bai Mo glanced at the material and roughly judged the grade of the bronze mirror.

Only the rank of true immortals can truly perceive the existence of luck.

If the monks under the real immortal want to perceive luck, they can only borrow the power of the immortal weapon.

But fairy artifacts are precious and consume a lot of energy. Ordinary monks may not be able to use them even if they are sucked dry. Therefore, substitutes such as fairy artifacts are born, which are usually items that are bestowed on subordinates by true immortals. You can borrow a trace of the power of the fairy weapon.

……

"What is that person doing..."

"He seems to have found a treasure under the statue!"

"That mirror looks nothing ordinary."

"How did you know?"

"Guess."

"..."

Since Bai Mo didn't care about the people hiding from the rain, the box was even opened in front of them. Master Jin Guang and Master Shui Jing almost saw the whole process of unlocking, and also saw the mirror inside the box.

Relying on the intuition of an immortal cultivator, Venerable Jin Guang believed that it was definitely a good thing with a higher level of magic weapon, although he had never actually seen the legendary magic weapon, and he didn't even have a magic weapon on him.

If it weren't for the Yin Yang sect training class that had a few common sense lessons in the world of cultivating immortals, and they listened to them very carefully, they probably didn't have the concept of magic weapon in their minds.

That is something that only Jindan stage monks are entitled to have.

……

On the other side, the girl surrounded by several guards also noticed the change under the statue.

The weird man in white who hadn't glanced at him since he entered the door seemed to have found something good under the statue.

But the group of them bears a blood feud, is still in the process of being hunted down, and is still carrying the wounded, so they really don't have the mind to meddle in their own business.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the dilapidated temple had been blown by the storm, and there were more and more leaking places. Only the area near the statue was still watertight, and the two gangs had to fight hard. Scratching his scalp, he slowly moved to the position of Bai Mo.

Going out, in the wilderness, everyone does not want to get too close to strangers, but they are forced to get closer by the heavy rain.

This time, no matter it was Master Jin Guang and the others, or the girls, they all saw clearly the mirror beside Bai Mo, and there were a bunch of words that they couldn't understand at all.

Although Master Jin Guang had received the basic knowledge of the world of cultivating immortals, they have always been just honest coolies. They really can't do anything like killing people and seizing treasures. At most, they are envious of each other's good luck.

"Is this elder brother injured?"

Even with a light veil covering the masked girl's face, Master Jin Guang could roughly guess that the other party must be a beautiful woman, so he started to find a topic to strike up a conversation with.

But this topic is clearly out of place.

The leader of the guard was injured because he was covering the girl who was hunted down by the enemy, and the other three guards were also injured. When the team was at its lowest combat strength, Master Jin Guang's question immediately aroused the vigilance of the other party.

"Me, me, I just want to ask, we have wound medicine, do you need help?"

After all, he was just an honest young man, when Master Jin Guang saw the beautiful woman frowning slightly, he immediately stuttered.

"Uncle Zhong..." The girl turned her attention to the leader of the guards, a middle-aged man with several fresh scars on his face.

"You...are cultivators, right?" Uncle Zhong didn't answer the masked girl directly, but turned to Venerable Jin Guang and asked.

"Yes...we are... woo woo woo... why are you covering my mouth!"

The Master Shui Jing next to him felt that if he didn't stop it, Jin Guang, an idiot who loses his soul when he sees a beautiful woman, would definitely know the old bottom of the two of them.

Bai Mo still didn't say a word, and didn't care about their affairs, like a wooden man, like that god statue.

(End of this chapter)