Chapter 261: The Mirror

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Shui Bing'er gazed at her future self in the divine realm, envy evident on her face.

"Is this really my future self? So beautiful."

She sighed softly, her eyes sparkling with anticipation and longing.

Shui Wuya smiled gently at her and said, "You've always been beautiful."

"Thank you, Wuya."

Shui Bing'er blushed, nestling into Shui Wuya's arms.

Then, Shui Wuya once again fixed his gaze on the Ice God Mirror. The scenes of the divine realm gradually faded.

The scenery around them rapidly changed.

Moments later, Shui Wuya and Shui Bing'er found themselves back in the valley, returning to the time ten thousand years ago.

Meanwhile, outside the Shui family estate ten thousand years in the future, Tang Ya was still anxiously waiting.

She stood at the entrance, staring intently at the distant mountain road, her heart filled with unease and worry.

"What is the Shui Clan leader doing? Why isn't it over yet?"

Tang Ya's anxiety grew.

She didn't know that Shui Wuya had already returned but had not come to see her.

Shui Wuya and Shui Bing'er had traveled back to ten thousand years ago, arriving at an offshore base. This base was hidden deep within the vast ocean.

The base was surrounded by dense forests, serene and mysterious, seemingly isolated from the world.

Within the base, the principal of Tianshui Academy hurriedly approached them, his expression grave as he reported.

"Clan leader, Ice Goddess.

Sea God Poseidon has suddenly left Sea God Island, and we have no information about her whereabouts. We cannot track her."

There was a hint of anxiety in the principal's voice.

"Understood."

Shui Wuya seemed indifferent.

However, Shui Bing'er had a different thought.

The Sea God Poseidon's disappearance could be a perfect opportunity to promote her own faith!

She immediately turned to the principal and ordered, "Inform the other principals right away and spread the news: three days from now, the Ice Goddess will descend! Make sure everyone knows this, whether they believe in the Ice Goddess or the Sea God. The more, the better!"

Shui Bing'er's tone was commanding.

The principal, realizing her intent, nodded quickly. "Understood."

He immediately went to organize the other principals.

On the battlefield of the continent.

The sound of battle cries filled the air.

The Haotian Sect's army was being pushed back by Qian Daoliu's forces, their morale plummeting.

The members of Haotian Sect looked to the sky, longing for their ancestor Tang Chen to appear and lead them to victory once more.

But their hopes were met with silence.

"Where is Ancestor Tang? Why hasn't he come to help?"

"Qian Daoliu is too strong; we can't hold out much longer!"

An elder of the Haotian Sect murmured anxiously.

"Yes, where is our ancestor?"

"Forget the ancestor; even the sect leader's reinforcements haven't arrived after all this time."

Another elder looked towards the sky in confusion, hoping to see the reinforcements.

But they were only met with disappointment.

In the Haotian Sect's army, the soldiers' eyes were filled with confusion and unease.

Meanwhile, the disciples of the Spirit Hall, led by Qian Daoliu, fought with increasing vigor, their combat prowess surpassing that of the Haotian Sect, forcing the latter to retreat step by step. A defeated elder, struggling to stand, glared at Qian Daoliu and gritted his teeth, "Qian Daoliu, you're getting carried away! Our ancestor will never let you get away with this!"

Qian Daoliu smirked coldly, his eyes flashing with disdain. "Your ancestor? I've already dealt with him."

The elder's anger surged. "Nonsense! Our ancestor Tang Chen possesses boundless power; how could you possibly kill him?"

Qian Daoliu sneered and shouted loudly, "Listen up, all you Haotian Sect brats! Your ancestor Tang Chen is dead, your sect leader Tang Xiao is dead, and I've personally destroyed your Haotian Sect's stronghold! This is the price of opposing the Spirit Hall!"

Qian Daoliu's words stunned everyone. The members of the Haotian Sect stood frozen, mouths agape, unable to believe the reality before them. The once-dominant Haotian Sect had vanished in an instant?

The news struck like a thunderbolt, shattering their spirits. They were left speechless, their eyes filled with despair and disbelief. The Haotian Sect's army descended into chaos, their morale plummeting to rock bottom.

"Impossible! Ancestor, Sect Leader..."

The battlefield was thrown into disarray. Haotian Sect disciples began to break down, some wailing in agony, others roaring in fury.

"What should we do?" a young disciple asked, trembling, his eyes full of fear and anxiety.

"What can we do? Our ancestor and sect leader are gone. The Haotian Sect is finished!" another disciple muttered dejectedly, slumping to the ground in despair.

Those warriors who had fought fiercely, ready to sacrifice themselves, suddenly felt their determination drain away. The Haotian Sect's army lost all organization, their fate sealed, with no hope of recovery.

Meanwhile, the Spirit Hall's morale soared. Under Qian Daoliu's leadership, they launched a fierce attack, showing no mercy towards the Haotian Sect.

The Haotian Sect soldiers, now scattered and demoralized, lost their will to resist. They fled in all directions, trying to escape the Spirit Hall's relentless pursuit.

But facing the overwhelming strength of the Spirit Hall, they were powerless, left to be hunted and slaughtered by the Spirit Hall's soldiers. The battlefield turned into chaos, with Spirit Hall warriors like predators mercilessly cutting down the remnants of the Haotian Sect.

"What? Qian Daoliu killed Tang Chen!"

At the frontline of the battlefield, Spirit Hall's Pope, Bibi Dong, was taken aback.

She had expected the standoff between Qian Daoliu and Tang Chen to last much longer. Yet, news of the Haotian Sect's destruction came swiftly.

Suspicion crept into Bibi Dong's heart. She knew the capabilities of Qian Daoliu, the grand priest of the Spirit Hall. If he could have destroyed the Haotian Sect, he would have done so long ago. There had to be some hidden secrets behind this sudden victory.

The fall of the Haotian Sect was not as simple as it appeared. However, Bibi Dong noticed Qian Daoliu's barely concealed injuries and felt a sense of grim satisfaction.

The demise of the Haotian Sect meant the Spirit Hall would become the most powerful force on the continent! Yet, Bibi Dong was acutely aware that a fierce struggle for supreme power within the Spirit Hall was imminent.

As the Pope of the Spirit Hall, she had to prepare immediately to secure her position in the power struggle. And Qian Daoliu would be her first target!

A sinister glint flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes. She began plotting how to eliminate Qian Daoliu and take control of the Spirit Hall.