Chapter Eighty: Deep Within Wuji Mountain

The last time the Sun God Mirror was wielded, it was not by Mr. Feng himself, so its full formidable power was never truly unleashed.

But this time, in Mr. Feng’s hands, the power of the Sun God Mirror was not just tenfold stronger than before—it was perhaps a hundredfold!

“No, this Sun God Mirror isn’t a magical artifact; it’s a shamanic tool!” Wang Zhenling suddenly realized.

For one, Mr. Feng’s cultivation seemed to be based on the native shamanic arts of this world, not the Qi refinement techniques carried by the travelers from other realms.

For another, the artifact itself looked archaic, resembling something like the ancient Sun God Bird unearthed in a past life.

From what Wang Zhenling knew, most Qi cultivators here did not possess powerful magical treasures. Even Zhen Yunzi, who had crossed over, carried no weapon of great might—otherwise, he would not have met such a tragic end.

Therefore, there was at least a seventy to eighty percent chance that the Sun God Mirror was a shamanic instrument of this world rather than a refined magical device forged by cultivators.

As the brilliant light of the Sun God Mirror dimmed, the entire Lower Ji County fell silent.

Scouts were dispatched to the city god shrine at the heart of Lower Ji County, where the corpse aura had erupted.

They found a cultivator from Mist Valley, sitting cross-legged clutching a gourd, but he was dead, bleeding from all seven orifices.

He had bound himself in a ritual, but his magic was broken; his primordial spirit had failed to escape and was entangled by the corpse aura, then shattered by the Sun God Mirror’s light—his soul utterly annihilated.

Pitiable though he was, this Mist Valley cultivator was at least at the Out-of-Body Realm, yet his fate was death and complete destruction of his Dao.

After such a quiet and uneventful night, the next day several county soldiers arrived in groups, converging outside Lower Ji County.

Once Chen Bushi had resolutely made his decision, the powerful influence of the Chen family from Hezhong was unleashed, far exceeding anyone’s expectations.

Not only did the hesitant county troops come forward, but soon the prefectural soldiers dared to join as well. Over ten thousand soldiers gathered at Lower Ji County.

Upon seeing the city littered with corpses, the armies were enraged by the perverse acts of the cultivators.

After only a day’s rest, the army launched a direct assault on Mount Wuji.

They blocked every mountain path and canyon, then methodically besieged each peak one by one.

Though slow, their steady and resolute advance was flawless.

The cultivators resisted but, facing overwhelming forces and martial experts among the troops, they could not stand their ground and were forced to retreat, avoiding direct confrontation.

Chen Bushi’s army did not pursue; after all, the monks might flee, but they could not escape their temples.

Though the cultivators fled, their spiritual veins could not—the army systematically destroyed each one, scattering the spiritual channels.

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