[3] Transmigrating into a Short-lived White Moonlight, had a HE with the Villain

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Chapter 85.4 The Mystery of The Heavenly Divination Mirror

“Wait…” Smelling the faint fragrance of Lotus Rouge, Sang Yuanyuan couldn’t help when her legs softened as she still had lingering fears in her heart. She said anxiously, “The broken mirror we robbed from Meng Wuyou, let’s take a look at it first!”

You Wuming smiled faintly but stopped his movement.

He pointed to the wooden table in the corner of the room: “Stay away there.”

Sang Yuanyuan sat down honestly in the corner, but still with disapproving looks: “I don’t think this broken mirror can throw me into a different time and space again. What sent me away should be the ‘Great Heavenly Divination’ technique that broke the Heavenly Divination Mirror into 108 pieces.”

You Wuming ignored her and directly crossed his knees on the bed.

The broken mirror lay quietly in the palm of his hand.

He is thin, but his hands are big and his fingers are long. When this broken mirror was held in Meng Wuyou’s hand, it looked quite big, but in You Wuming’s hand, it looked so pitifully, like a small scallop shell.

It still emits a faint colorful light.

You Wuming’s full blow had weakened the power from the ‘Way of Heaven’ to the extreme. It looks faint and weak, as if it will be extinguished at any time.

You Wuming narrowed his eyes and suddenly a bluish white thunder flame appeared on the palm of his hand.

He is refining it!

Sang Yuanyuan’s eyes widened.

Her original intention was to see if more secrets about the ‘future’ could be found in this relatively special broken mirror. It never occurred to her that You Wuming was not the kind of conservative person who does things according to routine. As soon as he started, he just directly refined this thing.

The colorful light on the broken mirror began to resist.

Sang Yuanyuan couldn’t help but move the wooden stool she sat on, moving it closer to You Wuming’s place.

The colorful light would resist, and once again, it was beyond her expectations.

From this point of view, the ‘Way of Heaven’ is quite humane.

She had a faint feeling in her heart that the enemy was not a natural ‘Way of Heaven’, but a person or a group of people who had mastered a more mysterious power.

The real ‘Way of Heaven’ should be the movement law of everything and the ultimate law that can explain all phenomena.

It’s not a mentally retarded thing with no brain that will partially protect the aknowledged son and daughter.

Sang Yuanyuan was a little worried.

Although you Wuming has successfully refined the thunder in his body with the immortal fire, the falling thunder that struck him is clearly only a derivative of the colorful power, and the colorful light in front of him is the initiator of this thing’s original power.

The corners of You Wuming’s lips gradually curved into a ferocious smile.

Tears of blood flowed down the corner of his eyes.

Sang Yuanyuan remained calm and hung a row of small faced flowers on the top of the red tent. They were like a fan, covering him with layer upon layer of even and dense spiritual mist.

The colorful light on the broken mirror struggled and twisted in You Wuming’s palm, but it could not escape the imprisonment of the bluish white thunder flame.

After the repeated bloody tears, the corners of You Wuming’s lips also began to ooze out a stream of blood. His eyes were empty and fierce. From time to time, they would briefly pass through Sang Yuanyuan’s face.

Sang Yuanyuan hid her worry and just stared at him calmly.

It seems that the refining process will take a while.

Someone knocked gently on the door.

Sang Yuanyuan got up and opened a thin slit in the door.

It’s King Sang.

“Father?” Sang Yuanyuan glanced back at You Wuming, then opened the door gently and squeezed out of the door.

Sang Chengyin handed a jade token to her: “Sang Bujin has something to tell you.”

She doesn’t know if it’s an illusion but Sang Yuanyuan saw there was a sense of ‘finally interrupting the stinky boy’s bridal night’ schadenfreude look on Sang Chengyin’s serious old face.

She took the jade token.

The green light shone, and Sang Bujin’s voice came from the jade token: “Little Sister, Yun Xuzhou blew up the glacier opposite the Snow Mist Valley with the explosives. The bottom of the valley was filled with snow now and all of Jin Lanlan’s people were blocked outside. No traces will be found again.”