“I understand.” After saying that, Ruan Xiyan stepped into the Mirror Realm.
Ruan Xiyan entered the last room, the place of trial. She was met with pitch blackness, and she groped her way forward.
The next moment, a bright moon hung high in the sky, dispelling the surrounding darkness, and the spiritual pressure emanating from the moon suddenly fell on Ruan Xiyan.
She felt the spiritual energy in her spiritual sea instantly freeze, and cracks began to appear in her spiritual sea. Ruan Xiyan coughed up a mouthful of blood.
What's going on?! This oppressive force isn't just mental energy.
Her mental strength is not weak now, and no matter how strong this pressure is, it is impossible for it to destroy her spiritual sea in one blow.
This oppressive aura seemed to contain a mysterious power, and it was this power that allowed her to be so easily and severely injured.
What is this power? It feels familiar; she seems to have felt it somewhere before.
Ruan Xiyan's blood-red eyes appeared, and relying on the powerful body and bloodline of the demon race, she stood up from the ground and walked step by step toward the bright moon.
As she slowly approached the bright moon, Ruan Xiyan saw a ring of power surrounding it, and her pupils contracted.
This is... the power of laws!
She looked around and suddenly realized that everything here was very similar to the chaotic world she had visited before.
This place is completely like a replica of the chaotic world. Could this stone mirror also be something left behind by the creator god?
If it is the power of laws, no wonder the previous owner of the Wind Spirit Jade Hairpin failed to pass the last room and even lost his life because of it.
The last room is not only a test of mental control, but also a test of the power of laws.
However, the power of the laws here is not as strong as the power of the laws she saw in the chaotic world.
The power of the laws here is weaker, which is precisely why it is easier for people to touch a trace of the power of the laws and comprehend the operating rules of the laws.
This was an excellent opportunity for her to comprehend the power of the laws.
Ignoring the overwhelming oppressive atmosphere around her, Ruan Xiyan forcefully squeezed out a wisp of spiritual energy from her solidified sea of consciousness.
Her spiritual power revolved around those laws, constantly tracing and drawing along the trajectory of the laws' movement.
The surrounding pressure grew stronger with each passing moment. Ruan Xiyan endured the pain in her sea of consciousness, squeezing out her mental energy to carefully trace the power of the laws.
Time passed slowly, and Feng Ling waited in front of the stone mirror.
Seeing that Ruan Xiyan had not yet come out, Feng Ling paced back and forth anxiously.
As the spirit of the Wind Spirit Space, no one knew the power of the last room in the Mirror Realm better than her.
She didn't know what was inside, but she knew it was an extremely dangerous place.
Seeing Feng Ling's anxious expression, Yao Yao and the others came over and stayed with her to wait for their master to come out.
Completely immersed in the power of the laws, Ruan Xiyan had no concept of time and was unaware of its passage.
When she first confronted those oppressive forces, she was practically gambling with the possibility of her spiritual sea shattering.
Later, as she delved deeper into imitating the power of the laws, the pain she felt gradually decreased until it completely disappeared, leaving only a wondrous sensation.
It was as if her entire body was immersed in water, the water completely enveloping her figure.
There was no feeling of suffocation or coldness, but rather a sense of open comfort.
The demonic energy around her also underwent a slight change, with a touch of seven colors appearing within the black demonic energy.
Ruan Xiyan stared at the power in her hand, her eyes gleaming with a dazzling light. "This is the power of the laws."
Although she had only touched the most superficial layer of the power of laws, which could only be considered an entry point, she had already sensed the power of the world's origin from the power of laws.
This power of law far surpasses demonic energy and divine power. If one can completely master this power of law, one will control all the rules of this world, just like the creator god of the past.
Ruan Xiyan suddenly felt a burning sensation on her forehead. She unconsciously raised her hand to touch it, and the totem mark on her forehead reappeared.
The next moment, she found herself in the chaotic world.
Upon entering this place, she gazed at the power of laws floating around her, and she no longer felt any pressure.
Moreover, it can also draw upon a portion of the power of laws to enter the body and then slowly refine it.
However, these laws of power are even more formidable and not so easy to absorb. With Ruan Xiyan's current strength, even a single wisp of law of power would require her to spend several months refining it.
Having passed through the last room of the Mirror Realm, her mental strength had reached an unprecedented level, even its peak.
Even a powerful being at the God-Emperor level might not be able to defeat her in a contest of spiritual strength.
Ruan Xiyan walked on the reverse river of time. This time, she didn't need to specially mobilize it; a large number of memory fragments flooded into her mind.
Countless threads wrapped around her, enveloping her, and fragments of memories came flooding back.
In the memory, the demon realm is depicted with a blood moon hanging high in the sky.
A group of scions of prominent families surrounded the young Junyu in the center, shoving him and preventing him from leaving.
"Aside from being good-looking, this kid is a useless piece of trash with no strength. I don't know why the Ancestor took a liking to him and brought this little piece of trash back to the Demon Realm."
"I don't think the Ancestor values him much, otherwise, several days have passed and the Ancestor hasn't come to see him even once."
"I think the Ancestor only brought him back on a whim. He must have been very disappointed when he found out he was a good-for-nothing. Now the Ancestor should have already forgotten about this little good-for-nothing."
"That must be it! You little good-for-nothing, why aren't you saying anything? Are you mute or have we guessed what's on your mind?"
These words caused the spoiled young men to burst into laughter.
Junyu was surrounded, his fists clenched. He wanted to leave this place of trouble, but he was pushed back as soon as he took a step.
"Why are you leaving! You feel like a piece of trash and are ashamed to the point of wanting to disappear."
Junyu stared at their mocking faces, remaining silent.
He also wanted to know if she regretted bringing him back, and if she didn't want him anymore.
He had no memories of the past. Ever since he could remember, he had been wandering aimlessly. He didn't know where he came from or where he was going.
Neither divine power, demonic energy, nor spiritual power could be contained within his body. He could not cultivate, and he had no power to protect himself. In the end, he fell into the hands of slave traders.
Until he met that flamboyant and unrestrained woman, who said she wanted to take him home.
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