r belonged, were all different worlds.But the floating world I'm in now seems to be constructed in a more peculiar way.He had a vague feeling that if "the world" were also stratified, setting aside th...The beginning of all things is chaos, and the end of all things returns to chaos.

The soul felt frozen, every thought sluggish, difficult, and heavy.

Jiang Wang forgot many things.

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Gradually, I couldn't remember where I was, why I came, or where I was going.

His heart, very heavy. Wanting to slow down, even slower... wanting to fall asleep.

He was exhausted, taut like a tightly stretched string, never relaxing for a moment.

I can't hold it any longer.

He wanted to lie down, not caring about anything, just collapsing like that.

But for some reason, there was a lingering resistance in my heart.

I am here, resisting what

He strained to think.

"Brother, are we going home yet"

"We, have no home."

“Then there are Brother Cheng, Brother Linghe, Brother Azhan, Master Tangdun’s junior brother, and the sir... Are there any others”

"Big brother doesn't know. Maybe they also escaped, just not in the same direction as us."

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“Oh. Then we can go find them.”

“This world is too big, once we are separated, it's possible that we'll never find each other again.”

"Then when I grow up, I'll go with you."

“…Okay.”

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"Brother"

"Is your brother here"

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Brother, are you there

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Your brother is taking you to find them.

If the soul were pitch black, then in its deepest recesses, there would be a single ember that refused to go out, whispering softly.

The flames were faint.

"Is your brother here"

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"Brother will take you."

The flames flickered, struggled, and swayed precariously.

Like a flame that seems about to extinguish at any moment, yet astonishingly, continues to burn.

This was the initial spark.

An iron will, a rock-solid persistence.

Ahead, no one. Behind, nothing. Holding himself up, swaying precariously, yet refusing to fall, he burned on.

Burning, burning...

"Without Old Master Jiang, how would we have survived"

“I will never forget the great kindness of Master Jiang Wang.”

"Please, God, let Young Master Jiang stay in Qingyang Town forever."

"Respectfully, honorable Daoist Master, I, a humble servant, offer blessings to Old Master Jiang on behalf of his longevity and boundless happiness. May he attain immortality and enjoy endless blessings."

A voice, from somewhere unknown, echoed in this world.

Or perhaps they have always existed, but only within the mirrored world of the rouge mirror, where they become so vividly apparent.

Titles came in all shapes and sizes, but they all reached Jiang Wang's ears.

A child's voice prayed thus—

“May your body be healthy, Master Jiang.” (1)

At first, this world was pitch black, and then came fire, and with it, light.

Fire, is the beginning of life.

Humans use fire to cook food, ward off the cold, and light up the dark.

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Countless blessings are countless lights.

In the depths of Jiang Wang's soul, that tiny spark seemed to grow steadily larger, finally no longer wavering between fading and burning.

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Hey hey.

Jiang Wang's thoughts began to turn with difficulty.

The five senses gradually recover.

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At last, a voice echoed in his heart—

The master of the Spring of Fortune's Grotto has determined their challenger. Will you accept the challenge

Jiang Wang suddenly realized that it was already the 15th of July, which meant it was time for the challenge at the Tai Xu Huan Jing blessed land.

The speed of a thought is faster than sound or lightning.

However, Jiang Wang paid great effort to finally overcome this thought—"To battle!"

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The cold and pervasive power of the Taiyin Star instantly enveloped him, his soul directly drawn into the Illusory Realm of Taixu, appearing before his challengers in this blessed land trial.

A sense of relief washed over him!

All coldness, rigidity, stagnation, and numbness have vanished.

Only after losing it do you realize how free and wonderful the original state of your soul truly is!

Jiang Wang didn't even have time to see his opponent's appearance, he just blurted out: "Thank you!"

He simply admitted defeat and left the Illusory Realm of Vast Emptiness. Only his opponent was left there, looking dumbfounded.

The soul, restored to its prime, reappeared in the red-painted mirror, within a snowy world. Within the soul, the simulated nine star rivers spun and swirled, resembling boundless power surging forth.

Jiang Wang opened his eyes, surging up from under the thick snowdrift!

I could only see, the white snow under my feet and the sky blue as if washed clean — the snow had stopped!

The flying snow melts away.

That voice, as cold as frost, seemed to sigh.

Beauty has not yet faded.

Starting from under Jiang Wang's feet, the pristine white snow gradually retreated, thawing the frozen earth. The spring breeze brought forth life, and tender green shoots emerged, swaying with joy.

Jiang Wang's soul returned to his physical body.

Before he could adjust to his stiff body after so long, he fell into a dazed state of mind.

If you lose something, you gain something else.

Since late June, he entered the red makeup mirror and endured for a full twenty days in the Flying Snow Tribulation until July fifteenth!

Twenty days and nights.

Had it not been for his astonishing willpower and persistence, with his current abilities, his divine soul fire would have long since been extinguished in the Flying Snow Tribulation.

If it weren't for the entire Qingyang Town, tens of thousands of people's fervent wishes and the will of the people, those glimmering points that could be called "blessings" or "merits," nourishing and supporting his soul, he wouldn't have been able to persist for so long.

Finally, the day of the challenge for the blessed land of Taixu Illusionary Realm arrived. We waited with bated breath for the mysterious Taixu Illusionary Realm to issue its challenge invitation.

Every sip and every peck, are all the consequences of one's actions and pursuits.

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Jiang Wang was lost in thought for a moment before he started to move his body.

Luckily, the Nine Great Star Rivers were always turning, and the Star Serpent didn't rest. And what he actually cared about most was that Nether Candle, which had honestly stayed put this whole time, without moving.

Jiang Wang instantly regained control of his body. He stepped off the bed, and his bones creaked as he moved. By his second step, his body had adapted.

Burst through the door.

Seeing Jiang Wang standing by the bed, he merely blinked his lifeless eyes and said flatly, "You're still alive."

Then he turned and left.

The fierce sword energy that erupted the moment the door was broken left Jiang Wang stunned. He had always held high expectations for the person before him, but now he realized he might have underestimated them.

He twisted his neck and grinned, "My destination is not here."

Du Gu Xiao, Zhu Bi Qing, and Zhang Hai came to greet Jiang Wang after hearing the news of his awakening. Jiang Wang chatted with them briefly, getting a general understanding of what had happened in town during his absence, and then retreated back into his room.

Since Flying Snow Tribulation is a test, there must be rewards after the test.

... the red makeup mirror didn't provide any hints, so Jiang Wang could only explore by himself.

He once again entered the Crimson Makeup Mirror with his physical body. He found that the space inside the mirror world had indeed expanded, becoming a circle five steps in diameter. Beyond the circle was still a white blur that he couldn't cross. Inside the circle, however, he could move freely.

And the range that the Crimson Mirror could probe expanded to the limit of five miles. The mirror image created by the Crimson Mirror could also appear within this range.

It is obvious that the range of exploration by the Red Makeup Mirror, corresponds positively to the space occupied by the physical body in the mirror world. Roughly one step equates to a mile.

He imagined himself entering the Crimson Makeup Mirror again with his soul, and he thought things would be different—but he didn't dare try it again, fearing that entering it would be his downfall.

This is the importance of a renowned master. They can guide practitioners on the right path, and inform them about the taboos and dangers of certain magical artifacts, thus preventing practitioners from blindly stumbling into danger.

Now saying these things is pointless.

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Jiang Wang had not forgotten his original purpose for entering the world of Hong Zhuang Jing.

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The effect of the rouge mirror has strengthened, but the results seem unchanged, as if it is still useless.

But Jiang Wang always felt that the changes brought by the Flying Snow Tribulation were not so simple.

Or perhaps, the harvest after the Flying Snow Robbery is not just found in the Red Makeup Mirror.

Then.

He scrutinized himself.

In the real world, twenty days had passed. In the mirror world of the snowy expanse, an immeasurable amount of time had gone by. What did the Flying Snow Calamity bring him

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