Family Cultivation: I Become a Mirror

Chapter 327 - 300: Magical Treasure

"Drip."

The rainbow hues of the Zifu rose amidst the rainfall, each Perfected Person holding their Magic Artifact, gazes varied—some calm, some filled with Lianmin, others conflicted—yet their Divine Skills were interwoven, leaving not the slightest gap.

"Nine Perfected Persons..."

The Furious Moha glared with golden eyes, secretly urging Metal Nature, only to find that the Great Void was already interlinked, a Great Formation long since set to prevent him from slipping into the Great Void and fleeing—his heart could not help but surge with shock and rage.

"You... you... plotted against me?"

The handsome face of the Furious Moha twisted, his body hissing and scorching, vapor rising in curls from him, the lines of his back and waist starkly defined, deep golden eyes fixed on the Zifu crowd, a rage-twisted smile upon his lips as he barked out in fury:

"Well... well, the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind—so it was all schemed from the start! No wonder... no wonder!"

Nine streams of rainbow light each flowed in distinct forms, yet all with unwavering resolve, sealing the world so tightly that not a sliver remained for retreat.

"Green Pond Sect... Jin Yu Sect... Changxiao Sect... Ziyu Sect... Tang Jin Sect... good! Good! All have come!"

The Furious Moha howled in near-madness, the woods and mountains below collapsing, beasts bowing in submission, a suffocating pressure flooding outward, his aura rising higher and higher.

As the Furious Moha confronted the gathered Zifu, Li Tongya sank to his knees upon the earth, the oppressive might above forcing him down, unable to straighten his back, forced to crawl, moving with utmost caution, blood seeping ceaselessly from the wound in his belly, dripping steadily into the rain.

"Hiss..."

Li Tongya inhaled sharply, with his remaining mana pinched his fingers together to summon a film of water, sealing the gaping wound at his abdomen. Panting, exhausted, he knelt, propping himself with the Green Ruler Sword, inching along on the ground, edging ever closer toward Li Xuanling’s corpse.

"Ling’er."

After the furious battle just past, the corpse of Li Xuanling was rent in four or five pieces, only the head remaining upright in its original place, eyes open in deathless sight. Li Tongya, curling his body, cradled his eldest son’s head in his arms.

His blood-soaked hands reached for his belt, but Li Tongya discovered that in the chaos of battle, his Storage Bag had vanished. Frugal all his life, he had always used the most ordinary Storage Bag, lacking any protection; without Li Tongya’s shielding mana, in that maelstrom of power, it was rent to pieces in an instant.

Fortunately, the bag had held little of consequence. Li Tongya struggled twice upon the mud, took a few labored breaths to restore mana, stripped off his long robe, then wrapped Li Xuanling’s head, knotting it with painstaking care at his waist.

Parted from his body, the robe swiftly lost the Vast Sea’s influence, and was soon stained red-brown by blood and rainwater. Li Tongya glanced at the knots of colored light above; in his mind, Spiritual Sense flared a warning:

"Remain here but a moment more, and you shall die!"

He grit his teeth—pain wracked his body as though to rend him asunder. Fortunately, from the Sea of Qi Acupoint, the Mysterious Pearl Talisman Seed continued to send cool currents, keeping him barely conscious. Li Tongya crafted a seal, and swayed as he rode the wind to the sky, but had barely flown half a li before plummeting once more like a meteor into the forest.

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In the heavens, the situation grew ever more tense. Divine Skills’ colored light blazed forth, and the Furious Moha let loose a roar, his body swelling as if inflated, his visage ballooning to the size of a house, his eyes like twin lanterns, pouring forth golden light across the sky.

"Zhang Tianyuan! So it is you—for a century I had not seen you, and knew you must be at the fore. Let me see now what Divine Skills you have forged!"

At the heart of the radiant lights a figure emerged—a youth in a Bagua Taoist Robe, features bright and refined, demeanor transcendent. It was none other than the Tianyuan Perfected Person, who guided the gathering before, eyes slanted upward at the golden Wrathful Countenance above, speaking calmly:

"The Wrathful Four-Devils Imperial Asura Aspect... Monk, you have let the Furious Aspect swallow your heart and mind, lost your true self."

"Humph!"

The twin, patterned cudgels in Furious Moha’s hands swelled in turn, becoming like great copper columns. With a single sweep he struck aside two probing Magic Artifacts, sneering coldly:

"If it is to subdue fiends and demons, what matter if I take on the Wrathful Aspect? You, cavorting with rebels from our own teaching to harm me, are but self-deluded. Nine Lives Maha—how can you even begin to fathom it?"

On those Copper Sticks, gold patterns flashed, their intricate lines weaving a net that bore down from the heavens. Tianyuan Perfected Person raised his hand; a small black tortoise shell shot from his sleeve, growing on the wind into the size of a house, blazing with Dharma Light. It met the falling Copper Stick head on.

"Clang——"

Tianyuan Perfected Person brought forth his Magic Artifact, blocking the Furious Moha’s onslaught, his tone gentle as he said:

"Monk, you are but a step from the Dharma Appearance—ordinarily, none here could resist you. But now, having taken on a new life, you have lost your fate—the strength you once had is gone!"

"Lost my former strength..."

The Furious Moha’s eyes sparkled with golden light, but showed no fear as he looked to the Zifu array about him. Sanskrit spilled from his lips, rumbling like Thunderbolt, resounding in the air.

"Ridiculous! You know nothing of the Wrathful Four-Devils Imperial Asura Aspect!"

Furious Moha stomped his foot mightily, lips opening, teeth white and dagger-sharp, as large as a human head. From his throat burst innumerable golden rays, cascading amid the torrent, each beam spinning in the sky before descending and transforming into myriad shapes upon the earth below.

Some became monks wielding short cudgels, others Arhats coiled with Serpent Jiao, and yet others young boys and girls, tigers, wolves, foxes, and snakes, all skimming the air upon the wind to form an army. In an instant, the world was filled with their figures, each glaring furiously.

"So you have long mastered the Wrathful Aspect Subjugating-Heaven-and-Earth! No wonder—of all Buddhist Practitioners beneath the sky, you are the closest to Dharma Appearance. Your confidence is not misplaced."

Tianyuan Perfected Person uttered praise, but was likewise fearless, laughing:

"In centuries past, I have seen no Buddhist Practitioner more gifted than you. If only your mind had not been filled with this madness, believing the filth of the world must be scoured away by fury! Day by day lost to your obsessions, you squander your genius in vain."

"Had you but been more temperate and welcomed the Seven Northern Buddhist Paths with good terms, how would you have fallen to such a fate..."

Furious Moha saw the calmness on his face and a chill rose in his heart—he sensed a plan unfolding. Tianyuan Perfected Person burst into laughter, clapped his hands softly, and formed a seal to cast a spell, calling with a cheerful voice:

"Let the Magical Treasure reveal itself!"

"Jingle..."

No sooner had Tianyuan’s words left his lips than the sound of dragging, crystalline metal resounded through the heavens and earth. From the void, chain after chain of black iron surged forth, spanning the heavens, all snaking towards the Furious Moha. They gleamed and branched, hundreds and thousands of bifurcations weaving together until even daylight was dimmed.

The Furious Moha was finally moved, his face a mask of shock, golden tattoos one after another bursting into light upon his body as he sought to dodge the chains.

Yet the Magical Treasure clung to him like a shadow, unavoidable, encircling him in heavy coils. Furious Moha shrieked in wild despair, roaring:

"A Magical Treasure... it’s a Magical Treasure... which Perfected Lord wields this?"