Chapter 364: Memory Torrent

"Hey."

The old woman let out a low, night-owl-like chuckle from her throat, her voice hoarse and grating, "Arrived right on time."

She raised a shriveled hand like a chicken claw and pointed at the bronze mirror.

"If this is a true-disciple heart-test, then save the empty formalities."

"Stand before the mirror."

Su Ming straightened, his gaze calmly sweeping across that bronze mirror.

The mirror still showed only chaos, nothing visible, but he could feel that deep within that chaos, an eye seemed to be slowly opening.

"Pupil obeys."

Su Ming stepped forward.

With each step he silently repeated that phrase in his heart.Nine parts true, one part false.

He stopped in front of the mirror.

In that instant, the previously dim bronze mirror suddenly erupted with a blinding violet light, instantly enveloping Su Ming!

Su Ming felt his Consciousness Sea explode with a thunderous roar, as if someone had forcefully torn a wound open, countless fragments of past memories surging up uncontrollably.

The wind and snow of the Great Xing, the mud on the exile road, the blaze that killed his parents…

And that ring, shimmering faintly in the bird's nest.

It's coming.

.......

moments ago had thickened

wind stopped, even

It writhed violently like boiling mercury, and what it reflected was no longer fragmented

was

that moment, time in that river was

— fixed on the mirror. Her dry wooden staff hovered before her, and the gem at its head pulsed like a heart,

see where your roots

woman's hoarse voice echoed across the deathly silent

the mirror sped

to a wisp of blue smoke and dissipated; the northern snow retreated back into the clouds; the lone lamp in the Repair Hall in the dead of night extinguished; the nervous sweat during the entry exam flowed

be swept aside. Her aim was clear — to

stream of light

froze on a dilapidated

night was ink-black. A broken Buddha statue had half its face swallowed by shadow; a ghastly green ghost-fire flickered in the air like some unnamed

beside him. It

Wailing Woman

not linger on the terrifying female ghost. Instead, it hammered like a nail

did not collapse like Zhao Rui; instead he forced himself calm and made a judgment at the edge of life and

and does not lose his nerve, that temperament

mind, and her dry wooden staff tapped

Hum!

condensed, focusing entirely on this memory. She wanted to see clearly what Su Ming had

image in the mirror began to

held something at his chest — exactly where he now wore the Xuantian ring — a faint, almost

pain and confusion, as if slipping into a brief faint or nightmare. When he opened his eyes again, there was a clarity in

Aura Concealment Art.

shuddered violently, his teeth grinding

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