Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal

Chapter 419 - 333: Buddha’s Residual Thought, Ancient Bronze Mirror, Six-Armed Divine Technique

The next instant, the panel popped up with another prompt.

This made Lin Chang’sheng speechless—looks like he had to hurry to the Immortal Realm to get some Immortal Crystals.

Right now, without Immortal Crystals, he couldn’t move an inch!

"Don’t you dare forget what you promised me—"

Buddha’s Residual Thought finished its last sentence, and its figure became extremely faint.

"Senior, don’t worry. I’ll never forget! Once I’m strong enough to fight that Demon Corpse Sect patriarch, I’ll make sure to avenge your humiliation!"

Lin Chang’sheng responded without hesitation.

Only then did Buddha’s Residual Thought nod in satisfaction and slowly vanish between heaven and earth.

"I just don’t know how many years it’ll take for that day to come!"

Watching Buddha’s Residual Thought fade away, Lin Chang’sheng couldn’t help but sigh.

The Immortal Realm was an unreachable realm for him right now.

After that, Lin Chang’sheng stopped overthinking and gazed at the Ancient Bronze Mirror on the stone altar.

"I wonder what this Ancient Bronze Realm is for?"

Lin Chang’sheng studied the Ancient Bronze Realm atop the stone altar.

The Ancient Bronze Realm was covered in a thick layer of dust. Lin Chang’sheng picked it up, wiped it clean, and examined it closely.

He found nothing different from an ordinary mirror.

"Maybe I have to pour in some Primordial Power to activate it?"

Lin Chang’sheng muttered to himself, then sent a thread of Primordial Power into it.

Hummm—

The moment he did, something incredible happened. The Ancient Bronze Realm erupted with light as dazzling as the sun, and in the next instant, turned into a large circular mirror, about the size of a stone door.

Lin Chang’sheng tried tossing something inside.

Whoosh—

The object bounced right back out in the next instant.

"If objects can bounce back, what about attacks?"

Thinking of this, Lin Chang’sheng smashed his palm down.

The powerful Great Palm Seal slammed into the mirror, just causing the faintest ripple before it vanished.

Yet the next instant, the palm seal rebounded right out of the mirror.

At twice the speed it had gone in.

Boom—

The palm seal smashed into the stone wall behind Lin Chang’sheng, making it quake and rain down rocks.

"Not bad! So it can rebound attacks—and with double the force!"

Upon discovering this, Lin Chang’sheng was beside himself with excitement.

That meant, from now on, using this treasure, he could unleash even stronger attacks.

And when others attacked him, Lin Chang’sheng could use this treasure to block it and reflect it back twice as strong.

"But I wonder how powerful an attack this treasure can withstand?"

Lin Chang’sheng speculated to himself.

After studying it, Lin Chang’sheng discovered this Ancient Bronze Mirror was only a bit weaker than the Void Divine Hall, possessing twenty-two Restrictions.

"So this is actually a major Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure too?"

Lin Chang’sheng was shocked; it seemed this ancient mirror was far less simple than it appeared.

It was likely that the more Restrictions he unlocked, the more abilities he’d gain access to.

With these two harvests, Lin Chang’sheng felt pretty satisfied.

But just as he was about to leave, Lin Chang’sheng noticed the walls were covered in countless words—there had to be something to them.

Lin Chang’sheng studied them intently, but after a long time still got nothing out of it.

They didn’t seem to be any kind of magic.

"Brother Lin—"

Just then, Lin Chang’sheng heard someone calling in his ear, and his Divine Sense immediately exited that space.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Ziyue squatting in front of him, her face anxious.

"Ziyue, what’s wrong?"

Lin Chang’sheng asked. Could the Demon God Tribe be planning to move against them?

"Tu Yunfei and Mu Yunfeng are missing again!"

Ziyue blurted out. This wasn’t the Southern Realm—the outside wasn’t safe to wander around in.

This place was full of dangers—one misstep and they could die.

"Those two idiots!"

Lin Chang’sheng felt annoyed. Did those two still not realize how dangerous the situation was?

They still dared to run all over the place?

"You all stay here; I’ll go look for them!"

Lin Chang’sheng said to himself, having a good idea where they’d gone.

What was the most mysterious thing here?

Obviously, that enormous ancient tree.

The people of the Demon God Tribe worshipped the tree as a Divine being, so it clearly wasn’t ordinary.

Tu Yunfei and Mu Yunfeng probably went to check the tree out of curiosity.

"Brother Lin, be careful out there!"

Ziyue reminded him.

Lin Chang’sheng nodded and left the room.

By this time, dusk had fallen outside. The sky was hazy, and most Demon God Tribe members had already returned to their dwellings.

It was as if something horrifying happened outside at night.

After leaving the room, Lin Chang’sheng caught a glimpse of Tu Yunfei and Mu Yunfeng heading up to the sacrificial altar to look around.

But when Lin Chang’sheng got there, the altar was empty—only a sharp blade and a dried pool of blood on the ground.

Seemed this place was often used for slaughter and sacrifice.

"How could those two vanishing in the blink of an eye?"

Lin Chang’sheng was stunned—he was sure he hadn’t seen wrong.

At the moment, there were no Demon God Tribe folk around to ask either.

And he couldn’t use Divine Sense here, so finding those two was a real hassle.

Lin Chang’sheng decided to search once around, and if they weren’t found by dark, he’d give up.

So, Lin Chang’sheng circled around the giant ancient tree to search.

The trunk of the ancient tree was massive, its surface covered with thick moss. It was also adorned with various animal demon beast and even human patterns.

But as Lin Chang’sheng took a closer look, he realized these weren’t patterns at all, but rather various demon beasts and people who’d been swallowed and embedded in the tree, just not fully absorbed yet.

This made Lin Chang’sheng think the giant tree was far from ordinary.

Whoosh whoosh—

The next moment, two figures burst from the deep pool beneath the giant tree, spraying water everywhere.

Lin Chang’sheng saw it was Tu Yunfei and Mu Yunfeng.

Both were as pale as ghosts, looking utterly terrified.

"L-Lin, Daoist Lin, we can’t stay here—we need to go, now!"

Tu Yunfei pleaded in a panic, as though they’d seen something nightmarish.

"What happened? Where did you two go?"

Lin Chang’sheng asked.

"Th-this Demon Race Tribe—they’re feeding people to the Demon Tree! Under the pool, there are countless humans and demon beasts hanging there!"

Mu Yunfeng blurted out in terror.

They’d only gone to look because there were no guards, and ended up seeing something unimaginable.

No wonder there was a sacrificial altar—it was for offering up tributes to the Demon Tree.

Maybe the reason they’d been brought here was to sacrifice them to the Demon Tree, too.

"Let’s head back first!"

Without changing his expression, Lin Chang’sheng made the two evaporate the water off their bodies so no one would notice anything odd.

Even after returning to the room, the two were still pale and couldn’t calm down for a long time.

Clearly, what they saw underwater had traumatized them deeply.

When others asked what happened, they wouldn’t say.

Knock, knock, knock—

As Lin Chang’sheng considered whether to stay or leave,

there was a knock at the door. Wine Sword Immortal opened it, finding a stranger from the Demon Tree Tribe.

"Everyone—the chieftain sent me to deliver these demon cores to thank you for saving our clansmen. They’re for your cultivation, so please don’t refuse!"

The man at the door held a large tray loaded with demon cores the size of fists.

These demon cores were the very essence of demon beasts—inside was spiritual energy that had accumulated over years of cultivation, perfect for cultivators to use for their practice.

Far more potent than the Spirit Stones of the Lower Realm.

"This really isn’t appropriate. We—"

"There’s nothing inappropriate about it. If you don’t take them, I won’t be able to answer to our chieftain. Please, accept them!"

Wine Sword Immortal just started to refuse, but before he could finish, the man cut him off, insistent.

With no other choice, Wine Sword Immortal had to accept.

Seeing this, the man finally left, satisfied.

"Is the chieftain really so generous?"

Wine Sword Immortal kept his guard up. Truthfully, he didn’t want to accept their things, but with the man insisting, he had no choice.

"Elder Sword Immortal, is there some for everyone?"

One of the disciples couldn’t resist—the lure of spiritual energy in those demon cores was strong.

"And you dare take things just handed to you? Do you have a death wish?!"

"Exactly! Since we got here, this Demon God Tribe’s been acting strange. Better not touch anything!"

"Don’t be so paranoid—they seem pretty decent to me!"

"Decent? You’re clueless! Who knows what they’re up to?"

"Yeah, maybe it’s a trap. If we pass out, next thing we know we’re being sacrificed to the Demon Tree!"

The disciples started arguing, but clearly everyone was being cautious.

With Lin Chang’sheng’s warnings, nobody dared touch the demon cores.

Even so, the demon cores were still impossible to guard against.

As night fell, wisps of black mist began to seep from the demon cores—almost undetectable.