In the southern valley of Zhenyuan Sect, the breeze was blowing gently, and the calm lake was sparkling, reflecting the azure blue of the sky, like a clear mirror.
This is the origin of the name of Mirror Lake, which is like a blue mirror and embellishes the mountains like blue jade.
The usually quiet Mirror Lake became exceptionally lively at this moment. Disciples came in groups from all directions and gathered on the east bank of the lake.
There is a square paved with huge stones. The cracks between the stones have turned yellow, showing traces of the passage of time.
Li Zhiming and the other two followed the Qingluan Peak team to this place. He looked forward and his sight fell on the circular stone platform in the center of the square.
This stone platform is very old and looks like some kind of altar used for sacrifice. There are four stone pillars standing around it, which are covered with vines.
Li Zhiming had naturally been here several times.
But on weekdays, this place is always guarded by black-armored guards, and no disciples are allowed to approach.
This place will be unsealed when the road of trial opens.
The great elder Qiao Wanli walked up to the stone platform. Under countless gazes, he bowed to the platform.
"The ancestors are spiritual, and the younger generation of Zhenyuan Sect follows the will of the ancestors and opens a secret trial realm every ten years, allowing disciples to enter it to temper their bodies and hone their minds."
"Today, the ten-year period has come to an end. The younger generation Qiao Wanli offers blood to the ancestors, asking the ancestors' true spirits to open the door!"
Qiao Wanli's voice was as deep as a bell and as powerful as thunder, lingering in the sky for a long time.
Rumble~!
A dull sound was heard, the rocks trembled, and the water surface rippled.
Li Zhiming frowned slightly.
He sensed a powerful and ancient aura reviving.
"The spirit of the ancestors, could it be that the true spirit of the first generation of the sect's ancestors has not yet died?"
Li Zhiming was confused.
The Zhenyuan Sect has a long history of nearly ten thousand years. No matter how powerful the Zhenyuan ancestor is, his soul cannot survive for ten thousand years.
Even a powerful Grandmaster cannot resist the erosion of time, let alone a mere true spirit.
Immortality only exists in legends, and no one has ever achieved it.
Ancestor Zhenyuan has never touched the secret of immortality, so it is really incredible that a true spirit has survived to this day.
As the vibration disappeared, a white light condensed on the stone platform.
A terrifying aura emanated from the white light, like magma gushing out of a volcano, rolling in with a tremendous sense of oppression.
Everyone felt that the pressure here suddenly doubled. They all looked troubled and mobilized the internal energy to resist.
But within a few minutes, a large number of disciples could not bear the powerful pressure, their legs trembled, and they knelt on one knee.
Li Zhiming held up his Qi defense to isolate himself from the pressure, but he could still feel the terrifying force squeezing his Qi defense.
"Even a sixth-rank warrior would find it hard to bear such pressure. The ancestor's true spirit is so terrifying."
Li Zhiming sighed in his heart and looked at the stone platform with bated breath.
The true spirit of the ancestor appeared!
This is a huge shadow of light, the image of a man in white, with a terrifying aura and a full sense of oppression.
He stood above the stone platform, with his arms open and clasped together, as if he was embracing the entire Zhenyuan Sect in his arms.
“What a strong sense of oppression!”
"The spirit of the ancestors appeared!"
"This is the legendary spirit of our ancestors. After nearly ten thousand years, it still has such a terrifying sense of oppression!"
Everyone gritted their teeth to resist the pressure and exclaimed in amazement at the power of the ancestral spirits.
"Is this the Zhenyuan Sect's ancestor who shocked the world back then?"
"That altar is a weapon refining artifact that can nourish the soul of the true spirit. This is why a true spirit can survive until now."
Mingzhu's face was solemn as she explained softly.
"I see."
Li Zhiming glanced at Mingzhu.
Senior Sister Mingzhu has a keen eye and is knowledgeable. From her various performances, it can be seen that her background must be extraordinary. She is probably the daughter of some aristocratic family.
"This altar is actually a weapon for refining, and it also has the effect of warming the soul. It's incredible. I never realized the uniqueness of this altar before."
"Senior Sister Mingzhu is really knowledgeable. Are you the eldest daughter of some ancient family?"
Qin Chuan asked.
His Qin family is considered a first-class family in any county of the Tang Empire.
He thought he had some vision and knowledge, but still not as good as Senior Sister Mingzhu.
From this we can see that Mingzhu’s background must be extraordinary.
"I can't say I'm from a great family. I just read a lot of books during the years I was in Xuyuan Prison, so I know a thing or two."
Mingzhu smiled sweetly.
At this moment, the ancestor's true spirit suddenly opened his arms.
The terrifying pressure receded like the tide, and the pressure on everyone disappeared with it.
People breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from their foreheads.
Qiao Wanli bit his tongue, and a drop of blood turned into a red light and shot towards the center of the ancestor's true spirit's eyebrows.
After a moment, a humanistic light appeared in the eyes of this true spirit.
"There are 3,015 disciples in total."
The remaining spirituality in the ancestor's true spirit was activated. He began to speak, then stretched out his finger and tapped the sky lightly.
The white light spread out in ripples and then fell from the sky like a waterfall.
There were exactly three thousand and fifteen white lights, no more and no less.
"Don't dodge. This is the seal of the true spirit. Everyone has it. Use your true energy to activate it at a critical moment. It can form a shield that lasts for a quarter of an hour to save your life."
"The True Spirit Seal can be activated three times. You have three chances to save your life. Be sure to use them with caution."
Qiao Wanli's voice rang in everyone's ears.
Upon hearing this, Li Zhiming put away his Qi defense and allowed a ray of white light to penetrate into his brow.
Li Zhiming's eyes changed slightly, and he found that the power had come to the palm of his hand.
He opened his palm and there was a white mark on it.
"Is this the seal of the true spirit? How mysterious."
Li Zhiming was amazed.
He explored it and found that if this mark was activated, it would be enough to withstand the attack of a fourth-grade warrior, and there would be no problem in saving his life on the road of trial.
"Seal of the True Spirit, three chances, as long as you are careful there won't be any big problems."
Qin Chuan said as he looked at the white mark on his palm.
Bang!
Suddenly, a white light shield suddenly unfolded.
Everyone looked over, wondering which disciple had activated the True Spirit Seal.
"Oh, I just wanted to try it, why did it start?"
The disciple was extremely distressed.
"The first idiot appears!"
"Fuck, who is this idiot? He wasted one of three chances."
"Isn't it from your Jin Guangfeng?"
"ah?"
"It's okay, family."
While the disciples were discussing, Qiao Wanli said, "For your personal safety, this True Spirit Seal is set to be extremely sensitive. It will be activated with the slightest touch of the True Qi. Everyone, remember not to test it recklessly."
"I see. Fortunately I held back."
Qin Chuan whispered.
Li Zhiming frowned, looking serious.
Because he found something wrong.
Not only him, but also the Saint Lady in the distance, Liang Meng from the Punishment Hall and other outstanding young people all noticed that something was wrong.
"Li Zhiming, what's wrong with you?" Qin Chuan asked.
"There's something wrong with this True Spirit Seal. After that person activated it just now, the shield's strength could only resist the seventh rank at most."
Qin Chuan said.
"Seventh rank, so weak?"
"I was just laughing and didn't notice it."
"Mine is almost at the perfect sixth-grade strength, and can barely withstand the attack of a fifth-grade strongman." Qin Chuan replied.
"What about you?" Qin Chuan asked.
"A little stronger than you."
After Li Zhiming finished speaking, he fell into a brief period of thought.
"Damn it, why? There must be some inside information!"
Qin Chuan gritted his teeth and made a joke.
"Everyone is different. The True Spirit Seal seems to be a creation formed by the combination of runes and refining equipment. The strength of the shield it forms should be related to one's own realm."
Mingzhu observed the mark in her hand and expressed her guess.