It's common knowledge that the Mirror of Cause and Effect cannot project oneself. Therefore, after A Yao projected her past life, Feng Qing became even more convinced that the female immortal emperor who looked exactly like A Yao was not A Yao herself.
Feng Qing's heart was filled with shock. This little girl had such a great connection with so many Immortal Emperors. Could it be that Feng Wu's appearance was all orchestrated by them?
She had many doubts, but now she had no choice. No matter how many Celestial Emperors were secretly helping Feng Wu, she had no way out; she and Feng Wu were already locked in a life-or-death struggle.
Thinking of this, Feng Qing said coldly, "What are you all standing there for? The projections of the Causal Mirror have a time limit and can't compare to real people. They're just projections. A bunch of fakes have scared you so much that you've lost your composure? Kill them all!"
Upon hearing this, Mingchuan and the other Immortal Kings exchanged glances and then began to form hand seals in unison.
All thirty-two Celestial Kings flew into the sky, and with each hand seal they formed, large amounts of runes were imprinted in the sky.
One by one, magic arrays spread out around them, each array of different attributes releasing dazzling light. After they connected with each other, a super array large enough to cover an area of hundreds of thousands of miles was formed. Phoenixes appeared one after another in the sky above this array, and the entire sky turned into a sea of fire.
Phoenixes of various attributes coalesced into a nine-colored phoenix. As this nine-colored phoenix spread its wings, the heavens and earth seemed about to collapse, and a great rift in the void stretched for tens of millions of miles in an instant.
When the thirty-two Celestial Kings formed a formation together, the power of this formation surpassed that of ordinary Celestial Emperors.
Faced with this attack, both Feng Wu's projection and Feng Yao's projection flew into the sky. Both of them raised their hands and grabbed forward, causing the surrounding天地元力 (heaven and earth elemental power) to surge wildly, and golden runes filled the void.
The projections of Feng Wu and Feng Yao, with their long hair flying, appeared in the void as two enormous claw marks emerged. These two golden claw marks, each ten thousand feet in size, were imbued with the rules of the Great Dao and carried terrifying power as they reached out to grab the nine-colored phoenix that was attacking from the front.
Rumble—
The sky collapsed and the earth cracked, the heavens and earth roared, and a blinding light engulfed the world, turning the area within tens of thousands of miles into nothingness.
The entire underworld seemed to tremble, countless beings shivered, and countless others gazed in terror towards the Tianmeng Mountains. Peerless experts from the underworld and other realms sensed the commotion and sent out their divine senses.
In the realm of the Moon, atop a palace, a beautiful woman dressed in white sits before a massive, floating, prismatic crystal. This crystal reflects scenes from the Heavenly Dream Mountains of the Underworld.
The woman in white stared in shock at A Yao and the projected image of the Moon Queen. She murmured to herself:
"Who...who is she? How could she project my master's image? What is her relationship with my master?"
This woman in white is named Pianran. She possesses the strength of a Celestial King and is the eldest disciple of the Moon Queen.
Pianran was incredibly surprised, but she didn't want to ask her master about it. Her master had been asleep for over three thousand years, and Pianran still didn't dare reveal that her master was asleep. So even though she knew that Feng Wu and her master had a close relationship, she didn't do anything when she saw Feng Wu in danger.
She cannot reveal the secret of her master's slumber.
In the secret realm of the Dragon Palace, Luo Bai sat beside a spiritual spring. Three azure lotus flowers bloomed in the spring, their petals shrouded in azure mist, radiant and holy. He gazed at the reflection in the spring, at A Yao's figure, his face expressionless.
Inside a vast palace covered in ice and snow, a young man sat beside a jade table. He had long, ice-blue hair with pointed ears peeking out from it. He was handsome, with skin as white as snow. He was looking at a scroll that had been unfurled in the void, which depicted the same situation as A Yao's.
Beside the young man was a woman who resembled him, with blue hair and blue eyes, skin as white as snow, and an expression as cold as ice.
The young man was Kongming, the crown prince of the Snow Demon clan, and the woman beside him was his mother, the Snow Goddess Konghua.
Kongming was shocked as he looked at Ayao in the scroll. He asked his mother, "Who is that girl? She can project four Immortal Emperors. I have never heard of or seen such a person before."
Kuka remained silent; she did not know the answer either.
In a secret realm within the Sword God Palace, a white-robed, golden-eyed youth stood high in the sky, with a massive sword wheel composed of tens of millions of flying swords behind him. With a loud shout, the sword wheel struck the white-robed man standing opposite him with overwhelming force.
Seeing this terrifying attack, the man in white simply raised his hand and pointed his finger. A silver-white light shot out from his fingertip, and this silver-white light actually burst out with billions of sword energies. After easily shattering the sword wheel composed of the boy's tens of millions of flying swords, the remaining sword energies shot towards the boy. The boy's pupils shrank, and he held a long sword in his hand, using the sword to block and dodge continuously.
However, the sword energy was too fast, and no matter how he defended, he was still seriously injured.
He was furious. Over the years, he had been beaten by the man in white every day, and his anger had been growing stronger day by day.
He roared and gathered his power into a sword in his hand, about to slash at the man in white. But he saw the man in white sitting cross-legged in the void, with a giant sword dozens of feet long hanging in front of him. Many people were reflected on the sword. The angry young man lost his fighting spirit as soon as he saw A Yao's figure.
"A-Yao?"
Feng Chufei flew over, staring at the giant sword hanging in front of Xie Chen, curiously watching the reflection of A Yao and the others from the underworld on the sword's blade, which was like a mirror.
In a palace shrouded in black mist in the Demon Realm, a ball of eerie blue flames burned. The Crimson Corpse Demon Lord, his entire body enveloped in black mist, gazed at the image within the eerie blue flames.
In the majestic palace of the Demon Realm, the Demon Emperor Tianluo was also watching the situation in the Underworld; the master of the Black Nest, Miexinluo, who was still in the tomb of the Kunpeng King, and the Ninth Lord of Hell, the Night King, were all paying attention to the battle situation on Ayao's side.
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Rumble—
Divine light surged, and shockwaves spread outwards continuously. Several Phoenix Clan warships, due to their distance, were directly thrown into the spatial rift and swept into the spatial turbulence.
After Feng Yao's projection and Feng Wu's projection blocked a wave of attacks, Luo Bai's projection made its move.
With a gentle wave of his jade flute, a dazzling azure light appeared, and a colossal azure dragon materialized in the void. This dragon, hundreds of thousands of feet tall, lashed out with its terrifying tail towards the thirty-two Immortal Kings. Even before the tail swept over, the resulting storm was already incredibly powerful.
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