Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 671: Nailed into the Deepest Depth

In other words, once you enter the Mirror Realm, you will always be facing "your own" army and "your own" power.

"Return" is the most terrifying mechanism in the Mirror Domain.

It doesn't just mirror, it folds, returns, superimposes, and throws the power you release back at you.

If a magician casts a fireball, the fireball will be refracted into two or four in the mirror area, and finally return to the caster.

When a Dou Qi warrior swings his sword and releases sword energy, the mirror domain will reflect that sword energy in multiple layers, adding up the power and then bombarding the warrior again.

Even thoughts and will, if explored with "mental power", will be "reflected" in the mirror domain, causing one's own mind to be backfired by one's own exploration.

Therefore, there is a description in the Mirror Domain that makes countless people's hearts palpitate:

“In the mirror, your enemy is not others, but yourself.”

The Mirror Domain was not maintained by the God of Light alone at that time, but was released jointly by the Alliance of the Lords of Light.

It is ruled by four gods, the God of Light, who provides the benchmark of order and "mirror image".

The God of Judgement sets the "rules of judgment" for turning back to ensure that the turning back does not get out of control.

The God of War provides power blessing, so that the mirror image has more than 70% of the combat power.

The God of Fertility maintains the energy supply, allowing the Mirror Domain to sustainably cover a large battlefield.

Only by combining these four gods can the true return to the mirror realm be carried out.

Therefore, every time the Mirror Domain appears, it almost represents a joint action by the Alliance of Gods.

The effects of Mirror Domain Return on the battlefield are often devastating:

The enemy's vision of the sky and earth transforms into a vast mirror. With every step, their own silhouette appears simultaneously beneath their feet and above their heads. All attacks are split and deflected, and the more powerful the magic and fighting spirit, the greater the force of the deflection.

Beyond that the army would gradually fall into panic - as they experienced themselves killing themselves.

The Abyssal Secret Codex once recorded a great battle shrouded in the Mirror Realm:

Thirty thousand elite mercenaries slaughtered each other within two breaths. Because their attacks were affected by the reversal blessing, it looked like they were slaughtering each other. The gods who actually took action suffered almost no loss except for their divine power.

Luo Luo's artifact "Xingyuanlu" once encountered a mirror-like return during the battle with the Alliance of the God of Light.

As a divine artifact, it can record and seal energy, but when the mirror domain returns:

The mirror image can also "copy the artifact", which means that Luo Luo is forced to create a "fake self".

The rewind mechanism distorted the power of the seal, and her originally stable power output was forced to reverse, like two ropes tied into a knot.

The illusion space was overlapped and squeezed by divine power, causing her consciousness to become confused. This was the root cause of the damage.

Therefore, repairing it is not just about replenishing materials, but about dismantling the residual power left by the mirror domain return, so that the artifact can be stabilized again.

In the Age of Great Magic, the mortal army was almost invincible.

But as a time and space mage, Xingluo still thought of a way to deal with this mirror domain return:

Use the Freeze Front to freeze the movement of the copied army, reducing the chance of triggering "Return".

Release three breaths of countercurrent to push the reflected energy back to the starting point and interrupt the mirror superposition.

Use the spatial imprint to carve irreversible coordinates on the ground, "nail" yourself to this plane, and prevent the mirror image from distorting your position.

However, even so, the Mirror Domain Return is still one of the most dangerous means of the Alliance of Light.

Because - the stronger a person is, the more likely he is to die at his own hands.

Xingluo recalled the first time he saw the Mirror Domain Return, and he didn't expect that Luoluo was also affected by the powerful force of this domain.

"You're just so good at coaxing girls?" Luo Luo sighed, "Well, you have to help me fix myself."

"Master Alchemist of the Demigod Level," Barlock said gruffly, leaning the Void Hammer against the wall. "Let me help you make the space more stable."

"Trouble." Xingluo nodded, "Let's get started."

Xingluo extended a finger and tapped the air. The "Space-Time Matrix" silently unfolded, and thin rays of light covered the book like a grid. Erwin adjusted his glasses and lowered the starlight to avoid interference from the strong light.

"Let's look at the three-layer structure first," Xingluo said as he put pen to paper. "The outer layer is the instrument—that's the book you see. The middle layer is the 'memory grid,' which records divine magic samples and deduction data. The innermost layer is the 'consciousness nest,' where Luoluo lives."

Luo Luo raised her hand: "I'm a resident here, the roof is leaking, please fix it."

Xingluo hadn't realized that Luoluo was such a guy before. At such a critical moment, he was still in the mood to joke. But maybe Luoluo was a little nervous at this time.

"There are three cracks in the organ," Xingluo's Time Pen traced each grayish-white line. "The burn marks of divine power are left by the Order of Light. This one..." He paused, "is the 'reflection' caused by the rebound of the Mirror Domain. No wonder you're abnormal."

Isabel approached, her dark-gold pupils narrowing silently. "The Order of Light left a mark of rejection on the artifact. If it's not wiped clean, the repair materials will be destroyed sooner or later."

"Leave it to me." Pandora rolled up her sleeves. "The blood of the ancient gods can strip away the external 'order'. But you have to find a way to seal the remaining edges."

Xingluo nodded. "Let's do it in order. First stabilize the space, then peel it off, then recast the grid, and finally clean the 'grey moss' of the consciousness nest."

"Gray moss?" Luo Luo was confused.

"The remnants of the war between gods. You can't see it, but it's gnawing at you."

"...Okay, doctor, you have the final say." Luo Luo did not call Xingluo the alchemist, but the doctor. This made Xingluo feel as if he had returned to the past, that extremely peaceful era.

Barlock raised his hammer but didn't strike. Instead, his Void Hammer gently touched the air above the workshop. The air above the workshop seemed to crack, and four invisible "spikes" fell from the four corners. A Moonfall Blade stood at each corner, maintaining coordinates—if the space shook, they could teleport to fill in.

"Now I can move it without losing my focus." Barlock stepped back, "You can open the lid."

The dwarf craftsman handed over a set of silver-white "book spine binders": "Made to your measurements, to support the spine and prevent further cracks."

Xingluo took it, clicked his fingers, and the clip stretched open the spine of the book - "Xingyuanlu" made a very light humming sound, like a sigh of relief, but also like pain.

Luo Luo frowned: "Slow down, I'm afraid of pain."

"As long as you're afraid," Xingluo glanced at her, "it's a good thing. It means the consciousness nest isn't completely broken."

"...You should learn how to be a gentle man."

"Even if you beat God, you will be taught how to be gentle." His tone was cold, but his hands were steady.

Pandora stepped into the center of the formation, her fingertips slicing a line, and ancient blood formed into a thread. She pressed the thread of blood onto the first burn mark of order and whispered, "Come out."

The gray mark twisted like a fish in a net, then was pulled out inch by inch. Isabel stretched out her palm, and the corrupted divine power was enveloped. The mark melted away like snow in salt water.

But the third mark was much more tenacious. Pandora's forehead was covered with sweat. "This is deep, it's penetrated very deep."

Xingluo reached out and pressed the edge of the page. At this moment, the entire space and time seemed to be under some kind of magical pressure, sinking slightly. "I will let this divine power 'forget' for a moment. You use this moment to pull out the mark."

"Okay." Pandora's eyes narrowed, and the bloodshot suddenly converged. The glaring and sticky mark was pulled out of the organ - Isabel's fallen divine power immediately covered it and extinguished the energy containing divine power.

Xingluo's face turned pale instantly and he spat out a mouthful of blood. It was only for a moment, but Xingluo was injured. This was enough to show how powerful the gods were.

The blood flowing out of Xingluo's mouth was bright red and dazzling, splashing a small dark red on the pages of the book and the silver clamp, and slowly seeping into them.

"Xingluo!" Pandora rushed forward, her voice almost tearing. Before he could stand firmly, she reached out and supported his shoulders.

Xingluo raised his hand, as if to push her away: "...I'm fine."

But that weak strength was nothing like his usual strength. Pandora's brows were furrowed, her fingertips still firmly grasping his arm, not allowing him to refuse.

"I'm tired of hearing that kind of talk from you." She gritted her teeth and said in a low voice, "You can be tough on the outside, but your body can't lie."

Xingluo stared at her for a moment, a flicker of struggle in his eyes. The lingering blood still surged in his chest. He knew he had only suffered a moment's backlash, but for a mortal, it was deadly enough. Far away at the valley entrance, Xiaohei also spat out a large mouthful of blood, instantly withering, and slowly closed his dragon eyes. However, the sound of sharp breathing could soon be heard, indicating that he had fallen asleep and should be fine.

Pandora ignored the surrounding gazes and placed her palm over his heart. The warmth passed through her fingertips, and she checked the rhythm of his heartbeat. Her eyelashes trembled, and she whispered, "It's okay, it's still beating."